#and see henry's return of course ;)
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𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔟𝔬𝔴
𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
summary [henry let's you play with bows and you get carried away]
warnings [smut, mouth stuff🎀, bimbo~ish ig, no p in v, pet names, soft dom henry🎀]
being the type of girl you were you loved ribbons and bows. they weren't something you indulged in often as a child, growing up in the country and all, but once you got older you feel in love with them.
you'd put them everywhere, in your hair, on your clothes, there's even some on your walls and others tied around stuffed bears.
Henry had recently gotten you these really cute ribbon bow clips and you were currently sitting beside him putting them in his hair. he's not really paying attention to you, he's used to this kind of treatment and just sat scrolling on his phone. you dropped one of the clips from his hair and in to his lap. as you go to reach for it a thought flashes in your mind. 'can I put a bow on your dick?' you ask your boyfriend after retrieving the clip.
you see the way henry freezes and hurriedly say 'not these, like ribbon' you clear up. he lets out a breath and laugh before looking at you 'I was scared for a sec baby' he says tucking a peice of hair behind your ear making you smile. he returns your smile and leans in for a kiss. 'of course I'll let my pretty girl dress me up' henry says sitting back up with the clips still in his hair.
so excited you jump up and let out a squeal 'omg yay' you scream about to go into you and Henry's shared room for some ribbon. turning to him before you go saying 'don't get hard' which earns you an eye roll as you leave 'you wanna do it or not' he mumbles as your walking but you hear.
in the room your trying to figure out what color ribbon you wanted. you got it down to pink and purple, so you bring them out to henry. 'which one do you want?' you question, you sit beside him on the couch, getting comfortable with your upper half mostly on his lap. 'whatever matches my hair' he says as he scrolls through something.
you go with the pink since he had pink in his hair. unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out your really happy to see the he wasn't hard. it might sound odd but you liked playing with his soft cock. cutting the ribbon to length before throwing everything on to the floor. you start to tie the ribbon at the base of his dick, humming to yourself as henry continued on his phone, you could care less.
looking down at the pretty pink bow you made your so proud in your self. you let out a giggle in excitement and notice the way Henry's cock twitched when you laughed. your mouth begin to water. trying something else you lightly blow making it twitch again.
you mouth became the ocean and you desperatly needed to taste him. opening your mouth and letting droll drip onto the head of his cock before lowering your head and licking it up. 'ohh fuck baby' henry moans out at the unexpected pleasure, finally placing his attention on you.
you take the tip of this cock in your mouth savering the taste of him. opening your mouth wider you take his full soft length in. feeling the bow brush against your lips. feeling him swell you come up for air letting out a little whine at the fact that this is the first time he's ever fully fit in your mouth, and it's because hes never let you suck it soft. and it's not gonna last much longer, but you'll enjoy having him in your mouth either way.
looking up to meet his gaze he grips your jaw and squeezes your cheecks together. sticking out your tounge he roughly brings you up for a sloppy kiss, gripping the back of your scalp. he breaks the kiss to leave kisses all over your face before letting you go back down to his cock, which is now fully hard.
bow intact.
you lick from the base to the tip repetadly. bringing your focus more to the head of his cock you bring one hand to the base and the other to his balls. 'fuck baby you know daddy likes that' he moans out as his hips buck forcing the tip of his cock all the way into your mouth. you gag a little before you adjust to it returning to your pace.
henry looks down to the ungodly display infornt of him. you desperatly sucking his cock, pretty hands playing with his balls with a pretty pink ribbon rapped around his cock, your eyes are watery, the floor beneath you full of droll and pre cum. your looking up to him eyes glossed over moaning every so often telling him just how much you love his cock.
'ahh- fuckk, baby im gonna cum' he moaned out. forcing the rest of his cock into your moth and down your throat henry couldn't hold back any longer. his cum being forced down your throat and falling from the sides of your mouth around his cock getting your bow all dirty. removing him from your mouth with a giggle and a smile so happy that you grew into loving bows.
[a/n: this randomly came to me and I wrote it right away so if it's bad blame it on that. 🎀]
#henry cavill#clark kent#bimbo reader#black fanfic writer#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x black reader#x black fem reader#clark kent x reader#henry cavill smut#bd/sm kink#bd/sm daddy#smut#clark kent smut#coquette#girlblogging#daddy's good girl
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I was just wondering if you could write for the demon brothers (and undateables if you want) to MC coming back after leaving Devildom for a year (or any long period of time), and they are unrecognizable to the brothers (and/or undateables). Like they had a glow up and came back looking different to where they are unrecognizable <33
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Mc who had a glow up!
Lucifer
looks a little surprised at first
however, he continues as if everything was normal
later, he lets you know he likes your new look subtly
never directly addresses it, but you notices his eyes linger on you until he notices you're looking at him
Mammon
tries to pretend like nothing has changed but you can see the gears turning in his head
it's funny to watch him struggle to be cool about it
if you mention it, he freezes and begin to protest as he begins to turn bright red
once he snaps out of it, he begins trying to walk away but probably runs into a wall
Levi
not even trying to hide how shocked he is
unusually confident and he lets you know he likes your new look
he admits for a second, he didn't recognize you
however, he's just happy to have his Henry back and asks when you have time to play games with him in person, instead of online
Satan
pretends like he doesn't know you at first to mess with you
"and who's this gorgeous human standing in the living room?" "SATAN"
you're still the same Mc under the new look, so he's relieved to finally have some one around who actually took the time to try and understand him
takes you out to one of his big gatherings to keep you all to himself and make everyone jelous
Asmo
immediately asks every questions that pops into his head, such as your new skin care routine and if he can do it too
if you haven't done much, he's convinced you're hiding some life changing secret from him but lets it go
posts about your return on Devilgram which causes you to get a new surge of followers
expect a shopping spree and a fun photoshoot afterwards
Beel
for a second, he actually didn't recognize you
but, as soon as he felt the pact flare up, he was happy to be reunited
another brother who doesn't really care since you're the same to him
wants to celebrate with a dinner, just like last time you were in the Devildom
Belphie
teases you a little about small things
however, lets you know he actually likes the way you look now
as long as you can still nap together, he's happy
expect lots of kisses, not because he likes the new you better, btu because he's happy to have you back
#obey me#obey me!#obey me satan#obey me x reader#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me levi#obey me lucifer#obey me belphie#obey me mammon#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me mc
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The Significance of Lover’s Lake and Byler (Theory) Part 2
Sequel to this post
(Warning: mentions of sex and drugs)
Okay so first of all, if you haven’t seen my previous post on my theory involving Lovers Lake and Byler, please read it first. I go over my theory and predictions for Byler and the heart shaped lake. This is a secondary post to it, outlining some VERY interesting details involving the owner of the lakeside house, the lakeside house itself, and all the romantic and sexual elements present. I’m saving the best for last here.
Let’s start with the owner of the lakeside house.
Reefer Rick
So I recently made a silly post arguing that the most queer coded character in Stranger Things is not Mike nor Will (nor Robin, Henry, Eddie etc), and I stand by this statement. The most queer coded character is: Reefer Rick. Now, I know we never see the guy, but literally all the information we have on him is either queer coding or drug references.
Synonyms of his name are literally f*g Dick, with a shared last name with the famous tea company founder who so happens to have been a homosexual: Lipton.
We know he doesn’t have a family, thus he’s a single man who occasionally has his buddy/fellow dealer Eddie stay over. Hm, not very heterosexual of him.
Then we have his movie list.
Now, as many of us know, the movie “Fast Times” is used within Stranger Things as a way to gage if someone is attracted to women or not. We have Steve, Dustin, Lucas, and Vickie all confirmed to have enjoyed this movie… specifically for that shot at 53 minutes and 5 seconds. Sure, Reefer Rick rented the film, but why is it the only movie he rented that was returned on time? For context, he’s the only character who had films listed as “late” returns. So, he obviously enjoyed Cheech & Chong a lot more. Two guys doing drugs is more interesting to him than a sexy lady. Okay, noted.
Now, how is he perceived by the people of Hawkins?
Oooof. Okay. He’s not well liked it seems. He apparently is causing some fear and anger amongst the Hawkins residents. Kind of similar of a reaction these people would have towards an openly gay man during the 1980s.
Also I have to include @/conflictofthemind ‘s excellent point that injectable drug use and unprotected sex (specifically between two men) were both commonly associated with HIV/AIDS… a major epidemic during the 80s and a major subtextual theme within the show.
Now, where’s this guy live while outside of jail?
I don’t blame the guy for “hiding” when the town is not too fond of him. Of course he is a drug dealer so there’s that as well. But interesting they used the word “hide”, which has been associated with queerness within the show already (plus this line was said by Robin (featured in the middle of the shot!!!) who is queer herself).
(Both of these screenshots are from 1x02 interestingly enough.)
Wouldn’t it make sense for these two “hiders” to hide out in “a perfect place to hide” together? Seeking refuge in a fellow gay man’s secluded house?
I will say it’s also worth noting that he does not have any women featured on the walls within his house. Also, he has a phallic shaped bong (we’ll get back to that soon).
Phew okay so that’s Reefer Rick. Are you still with me? Hopefully I didn’t bore any of you with this. I promise you this all leads back to Byler.
So, moving on to his house.
So as @/therainscene kindly pointed out, this poster with the smiley face can be related to rave culture and ecstasy in the 1980s. So a drug reference, in a drug dealer’s house… shocker I know. But I gotta say, ecstasy is also a term often related to sex. I also have to add this little tidbit from one of our favourite directors of Stranger Things, Shawn Levy. Keep in mind, he knows what’ll happen in the next season… and he’s directing episodes after 3 and 4…
Interesting word choice, no?
So, back to the symbolism within (and near) the house.
Let’s talk about the phallic symbolism that appears in pairs in these shots. It’s a choice, isn’t it? With two males in each shot. We know the Duffers love details and foreshadowing… I doubt it’s a coincidence. Also, anyone else notice that phone in the background? Just had to mention it, since our boys are frequently associated with phones and calls.
Then, of course, I gotta bring back this shot.
The bed. Blue meets yellow. You know it! We all heard it a thousand times by now. Let’s look at what else is in the shot. A closed closet. Another reference to our boys. To the right, you’ll see a toilet paper roll. Now, if you have a brother, you might see the same thing in his room. Sure it can be used as a tissue for your nose but let’s just say there’s usually another use for it. I’ll call it “self love”. So, basically, another sexual reference.
To sum up this house: lake/water, drugs, and ecstasy/smiley face. Now, let’s go back to a scene featuring our boys with all these elements in the background.
Makes you wonder doesn’t it?
I must also point out the “Paris” poster in the background. City of love, anyone? Plus the fireworks. They’re really trying to tell us something here.
Also, @/foodiewithdahoodie pointed out how Paris specifically was one of the first places to decriminalize sodomy.
You know, I also wouldn’t rule out every aspect of Murray’s prediction here.
Shout out to the Hylers out there!
Perhaps after a lot of stressful days of fighting interdimentional demons, these boys want to wind down and de-stress in their hiding spot. I can see Reefer Rick as a fellow Nintendo player, leaving his console behind, as well as his weed, for our boys to use. I also wouldn't be surprised if Eddie left a few of his beers behind. I mean… Murray has a pretty good track record for predictions. This would also really double down on the message that Mike and Will “aren’t kids anymore.”
Also, wouldn’t it be fun to look back at Murray’s predictions and realize that they’ve all come to be?
Okay, now let’s finally get to the romance elements!
First thing I want to start with is this shot:
So… they had to show us a mailbox, didn’t they? With that name “Lipton” which as I mentioned in my previous post… is associated with Thomas Lipton who had a lover named William Love.
1 point for #lettergate
And…
“Hope Our Love Lives/Lasts And Never Dies”
WWII solders used the acronym H.O.L.L.A.N.D. to convey a love message in a letter. The whole love letters association with Mike and Will never end, do they?
2 points for #lettergate!
As for the “2121”, I think it’s possible that it’s referencing multiple things… number references are tricky like that in my opinion. But I will say that @/thestrangestthing89 brought up the fact that “2121” could be a reference to “Twin Flames” which is yet another reference to romance.
Continuing on with the romance…
Let’s return back to the scene where Reefer Rick is first mentioned. After Max mentioned him, we are cut to Steve talking about a movie.
A movie filled with action and romance, you say?
So… Doctor Zhivago.
Basically a tale of two people in love during a difficult time (Russian Revolution) being separated, with other people, then finally reunited. Not completely unlike our boys. Notice how the “adult” sign is noticeable in the background. Not kids anymore.
He mentions action, which I’m sure there will be some of as well at the famous lake.
Okay enough with the silly details, let’s stop and look at the bigger picture.
Our beloved lake. Look how gorgeous it truly is. Plus the fact that it’s a literal heart? You can’t get more “on the nose” than that.
Now, who else is known as a heart? (Tough question I know…)
This boy is, without a doubt, narratively tied to the lake. He is “the heart”… he is THE LAKE (symbolically).
Thank you to @/everaster for bringing attention to the fact that after Mike was pushed to deliver that monologue to El by Will, Max “died”, then the gates opened WIDE. One of those gates, as we know, is located within Lover’s Lake… known was “watergate” (term coined by Dustin).
So, as of now in this story… Lover’s Lake is literally broken in two. A broken heart in need of mending.
Who better to accomplish that task than the boy who has known him for a decade and loves him completely and selflessly?
💌📬❤️🩹
Hope you enjoyed these posts as much as I enjoyed making them! It’s honestly so much fun looking for evidence and finding such interesting stuff. Some of it may be reaching, and that’s okay because it’s all in good fun! That’s what fandoms are all about.
The level of attention to detail in this show never ceases to amaze me! There’s so much depth and clues to look for and play around with. I hope to have sparked some inspiration and creativity for some people! 💛💙💚
As always, would love to know your thoughts!
#Byler#loverslakegate#lovers lake#stranger things#stranger things 5#Mike wheeler#Will Byers#byler theory
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Dangerous Games [Sherlock Holmes x fem!Reader]
A/N: This little oneshot has been playing in my head since the release and I had to get to get it out. Forewarning, this is unbeta’d AND non-period accurate. I am not a Brit, nor am I from that era, though I like to pretend. I just like Henry as Sherlock and I like whump, so when he was shot, well, this came out of it.
Summary: You are Mrs Hudson’s niece and you were at your aunt’s for your monthly visit, when you heard her favourite tenant stumble through the door
You knew of him, of course. How could you not? He had commanded attention and admiration wherever he went. And that case Basilweather case a few months ago made him even more popular. But you knew him not as the brilliant detective. No. You knew him as your aunt’s reclusive tenant.
Sherlock Holmes.
He was definitely a character, you decided. Sharp as a tack and not a bad violinist. But he was also blunt and straightforward, sometimes to the point of rudeness. You could recall a time or two where his unsolicited remarks and astute observations made you clench your fists and narrow your eyes at him.
And then there’s the constant revolving door of guests, wanted and unwanted, going up and down the stairs to his flat cum office cum lab cum whatever else. It was very irritating for one looking for a peaceful afternoon with one’s reading.
Your aunt loves him though. Dotes on him as if he was her own. You knew he had helped her with something serious, but no matter how many times you asked, she wouldn’t tell you what. It sometimes drives you mad, but deep down you were grateful he was there to help.
So, despite his apparent lack of empathy, you knew he was a good man. Which was the only reason you put up with him.
xxxx
“You’re an idiot, Sherlock Holmes,” You hissed as you pulled the thread stitching his skin back together.
Judging by the quirk of his eyebrow, you knew it was not something he hears often. In fact, most of the time, it was probably the exact opposite. But you were undeterred, especially since he almost gave you a heart attack, walking through the front door limping and covered in blood.
“Do I want to know the reason you decided to forego a hospital and the attention of a real doctor?”
Sherlock grunted at a particular sharp tug of the suture but did not pull away from your hand. "And miss out on your charming company? Never."
Rolling your eyes at his snark, you returned your focus to the gunshot wound. "Don’t be glib with me, you know it doesn’t work. And it’s not like you couldn’t afford the hospital, so tell me what’s going on?”
When your question was left unanswered, you finished off the last suture and looked up, just to find that his attention was no longer on you but on his map over your shoulder, still cluttered with notes. Frowning, you shifted to block his line of sight. “Sherlock?”
“I had to know.” There was no trace of jest in his voice anymore.
“Know what?”
“I had to know how deep the corruption goes. Her web. I need to know what she’s involved in.”
“She? Enola?” You referred to his young sister, someone you had just met a few days ago helping the man before you up the stairs. She endeared herself to you quite quickly, you realized, as you felt your concern for the Holmes’ siblings grow.
“No. Mira Troy. Moriarty.”
You scoffed at the clever wordplay and turned to look at the map behind you. The name was written clearly on one of the cards.
“She could have died… Enola.” He clarified before you asked. “Had the knife been real, she could've…”
You didn’t know what had truly happened and you suspect you might never will. But you knew it had shaken him quite seriously.
“Sherlock, hey, look at me,” You called, turning back to him. You waited until he pulled his eyes to yours, until you could see the slight discoloration in his left iris. “She is safe, hm? She is sleeping, right in there.” You motioned to his bedroom. "You need not worry."
His gaze moved to his closed door as if he could see right through the wood.
“I just got her.”
“And you’re scared you’re going to lose her.”
“Yes.”
You smiled at the sentiment in his soft voice. He wasn’t as unfeeling as he would like people to think him to be. “You’ve changed, Sherlock Holmes.”
He hummed, coming to the same conclusion. “Perhaps.”
“Give her some credit, Sherlock. She’s tougher than she looks.”
He was silent as he contemplated your words and you didn’t know what he was seeing as he turned to look at you but you refused to break under his stare.
“Like you?"
Heat tinged your cheeks at the sincere mirth dancing in his eyes. It hadn't escaped your begrudging notice that Sherlock Holmes is an attractive man, all wide, strong shoulders and deep voice. It also didn’t help that he was indeed one of the most intelligent man you’ve met.
The feel of his soft touch on the back of your hand stole your attention and your breath stuttered in your lungs when you saw that your hand were clasped overtop his. You didn’t know when you had reached out to him, but what shocked you more was that you felt comfortable enough that the action did not even register to you.
You could only watch as he leaned a little bit closer, grunting with the effort. His head dipped to where his thumb was tracing your knuckles. “My sister believes I’m alone here. In need of a companion."
"Is that," Your voice had dropped to a whisper, as if you were sharing a secret, so you cleared your throat to return it back to normal. "your way of asking me to be your friend?"
Sherlock looked up at you and you froze at the look in his eyes. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you followed his gaze as it dropped to your lips. "Not a friend." He said.
You opened your mouth to respond.
"Sherlock?"
The call of his name might as well be a clap of thunder with the way you both jumped apart at the sound of it. And in that instance, the moment was gone. Blood rushing to your face in embarrassment, the both of you awkwardly stood to face Enola, coming out of the room.
"Are you two alright?" She asked taking in the sight of you, wide eyed and flushed, and Sherlock, shirtless and bloodied. "I heard-"
"Y-yes. I was just... leaving." You sidestepped the man before you and headed for the door, highly aware said man following closely behind.
He called your name, exasperation in his tone, but you ignored it.
"Keep the wound and stiches dry and you'd be right as rain in a few days." Over his shoulder, you smiled at his sister. "You take care of yourself, Enola. If you still feel dizzy and nauseous, have your brother take you to the hospital, alright?" Finally meeting his eyes, you tried to convey what your lips hadn't had the chance to.
"Goodnight, Mr Holmes."
His lips twitched at the game you had initiated. He inclined his head in reply.
The game is on.
Part II
#sherlock holmes#henry cavill#enola holmes#enola holmes 2#sherlock holmes x reader#sherlock holmes imagine#enola holmes 2 spoilers#dangerous games#mav's posts
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Unsaid Feelings || Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow x reader
Synopsis: Jonathan Crane is your psychologist and you're starting to have feelings for him in which you thought was wrong.
Pairing: Jonathan Crane x reader - Scarecrow x reader
Warnings: SMUT +18, mentions of abuse & alcohol, p in v, dirty talk, breeding kink, SPOILERS AHEAD
Notes: N/A
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SMUT AHEAD !
Being one of the best psychologist's patient in the city of Gotham made you feel lucky. For more than a year, you were a patient of Dr. Jonathan Crane. You were referred to him because of the difficulties you encountered following your breakup with an abusive partner, Henry.
During the consultation, you will explain to your now-ex-partner how terrified you were of him on a physical and emotional level. Henry allowed you to move into his apartment and took you on dates during the initial stages of their relationship, but it was before he began drinking. When he started going to bars and returning home late, you were initially okay with him drinking not until in your previous shared apartment, the fridge was stocked only with alcoholic drinks. Unfortunately, Henry began to harm you on a physical, mental, and verbal level. He continued to abuse you, call you horrible names, and strike you in the face, stomach, and every other part of your body.
When you eventually got up the nerve to say no to Henry, you ended your relationship with him. You packed up all of your things and left from the shared apartment right away. You asked for for help because you have suffered and you don't know what to do. You visited a hospital where Jonathan Crane, a well-known psychologist, was employed on a short-term basis.
Renowned doctor Jonathan Crane works in Arkham Asylum, the city's asylum. It went nicely the first time you went to see him. He was kind, soft, sympathetic, and of course, charming. He spoke to you in such a delicate manner that it seemed as though you were fragile the moment it was touched. You were comforted by his words.
After a handful of sessions, your view of him changed. You were beginning to concentrate more on his appearance. His glasses, his well-groomed hair with a few strands of his bottom hair poking out—all of which you thought were adorable—and his icy-blue eyes shine. His warm touch made your heart skip a beat.
This is Crane's fifteenth consultation with you. Over time, the topics of conversation shifted from your ex to yourself. You were final that you were having feelings for him, but it doesn't feel right. Perhaps Jonathan is your comfort person in real life, or at least he seems to be. However, the fact that he is a psychologist makes it feel wrong. He simply carries out his duties. You felt sorry knowing that he was providing his other patients with the same comfort that you were receiving.
Shaking the negative thoughts in your mind, you arrived at his clinic, which was located in a different building from the hospital and the doctor's office. Breathing deeply, you walked into the clinic. The smell of the air freshener in the room made you feel at ease and at comfort. Normally, his secretary would be right outside the consultation room, but after checking all over, you couldn't find her.
As you waited for Jonathan to call your name, you took a seat in the empty black cushion with your tiny black purse resting on your lap. Your white heels tapping echoed through the silent clinic as you anxiously tapped your foot.
After a few minutes of waiting, a man with a black suit and clear glasses went outside the consultation room.
He smiled as he found you, "(L/N)." he called your name.
You immediately stood up from your seat, smiling and nodding at him before you entered the consultation room first. The smell of his men's perfume flowed to your nose, making you blush at his sexy scent.
His office wasn't that much, it was brown and it has blinds at the back, getting the view outside of his clinic. Instead of sitting down, you walked around the room, gazing at the decorations, his awards, and him. He did the same but he just stood in front of his long brown table, his back hip leaning against the table.
There was a few seconds of silence before he started speaking. "How are you now, (Y/N)?" he asked.
Hearing him call your first name sent shivers all around your body. It wasn't the first time he called you by your first time since the both of you were now calling each other your first name basis, but it just felt new.
"I'm doing fine, Doctor Crane." you replied, looking at him, your body straightening up.
Crane smiled, his blue eyes looking at yours. "'Jonathan' is fine, remember?" His posture straightened, not leaning against the table anymore. His right hand was tucked in his right pocket trousers. "I might need a more specific answer to that, (Y/N)."
You chuckled nervously, "Ah r - right. Well um .. I'm actually doing fine. Henry isn't in my mind now rather than before. But there's this something that stiffs me. A feeling, maybe."
His head tipped slightly to one side, indicating that he was actively listening to you, and his eyes blinked irregularly, showing that he was paying close attention. Crane was obviously relieved to hear that you were doing better, but his face turned puzzledly curious when you spoke what you said next. His eyes kept returning to your face, mesmerized by the seductive features of your features and the vivid red color of your dress. A small smile twitched the edges of his mouth, a subtle nod to the way the red material framed you and traced the graceful curves of your body with easy ease. He was stunned for a time by your breathtaking appearance at that very moment.
Walking up towards you, he asked, "And what is this feeling? Is it something new?"
You felt anxious like your body was paralyzed. You cannot just go and straight up told him that you are in love with him especially that he is your doctor.
"I'm not sure, Jonathan," you spoke "But it's definetly not new."
"Interesting," he replied, walking towards the window, shutting the blinds off, giving the both of you more privacy. "Tell me more."
"I feel stiff, maybe both in a good and bad way. This guy's different from Henry at all, this guy understands me. He makes me feel safe. He's just so .. different," you explained, gathering up your emotions on him in your mind. "I think I love him, Jonathan. But I think I can't. It feels wrong, I mean look at my state?"
His eyes widened at your response, making him walk towards you again, his left hand adjusting the frame of his clear glasses.
"And why does it feel wrong to love this certain man?" he wondered. He couldn't help but pout to himself. He didn't know who you were referring to caused him pain.
His eyes have been fixed on you ever since you entered his clinic. He thought you were interesting and slowly began to feel something for you. He is doing his best to understand you, but he cannot help but feel heartbroken whenever you mention that you still can't move on from Henry. As he gently observed your improvement and how you're beginning to shine and feel free, he was happy. He despises Henry so much that he considered using his fear-toxin to kill him first. He hates how he handled a kind lady like you. He would prefer that you spend time with him, instead.
The distance between the both of you is now getting smaller and smaller. You can smell his perfume better and he can hear your deep breaths.
"I - fuck! It's you, Jonathan! I'm in love with you and it feels so wrong! You're so caring and you make me so comfortable it weakens me. It feels wrong because .. I'm your patient and I a hundred percent sure that you don't even love me ba-" you snapped your feelings out but you got cut off when his lips crashed into yours.
Your eyes widened at what's happening. He gripped your hips, deepening the slow and sensual kiss. Your hands found its way to the back of his neck, wrapping your hand gently.
The both of you broke the kiss, catching your breaths. You were shocked, your eyes locked his crystal ones. A sweet smile was planted on Crane's face.
"I waited for so long for you to say that." he said, holding your delicate palms and interlocking it with his.
You were so confused, does he like you too?
"I - I'm confused, Jonathan.." you said.
He chuckled, "I'm in love with you too, (Y/N). From the moment I saw you, I know there was something with you that interests me."
You kissed him again but more harshly this time. The kiss was getting hotter and messier, his tongue slipping inside your lips, tasting you.
His strong arms carried you, bringing you to his table, sliding the papers and other things that were occupying it, giving you room to sit down.
Crane was desperate to taste you more, but the kiss didn't break at all; instead, it grew more intense. His mouth moved to your neck, nibbling it and leaving his mark on you. Your legs bucking up his hips, you whimpered as he sucked your soft spot.
"God you're so beautiful," he said in between kisses.
Crane's fingers unzipped your dress from your back, exposing your breasts from your white lace-y bra.
He fully removed your dress, exposing your soaking wet panties. He licked at the sight, "Wet for me already, huh?"
He wasted to time and rub your clothed clit in circling motion, pleasuring you down there. Moaning, his pace became faster and faster.
"Fuck! Jonathan.." you moaned at the pleasure that he was giving you. Your back arched as your hands were gripping his shoulders, your head throbbed back.
You felt your orgasm coming as you moaned his name loudly, your legs trembling.
He knew you were close but his fingers stopped, edging you. You frowned at him.
"Now now, let's not rush shall we?" he said.
Crane started to unbuckle his trousers and removed his underwear, his huge hard shaft sprunged out.
You started to fully take out your panties and bra, tossing it to the floor, letting it join yours and Crane's clothes.
"Jonathan, please .." you lustfuly begged. Spreading your wet folds, begging him to take you.
"Please what?" he teased.
"I need you. Please, fuck me,"
A grin was plastered on his face before he aligned himself to your entrance. Stroking his shaft thrice, he slowly pushed himself inside you, his cock taking your needy cunt.
"Holy shit, you're so tight," he groaned as your wet folds was starting to take him.
He let you adjust his size first before he started to thrust inside you. His arms gripping your hips at every thrust he makes.
You let out a series of pornographic moans as you take him, your nails dugging his back, enough to leave some small scars.
Crane's thrusts became faster and faster, letting out a loud groan. The clapping noise of your body slapping each other echoed the room.
Waves of pleasure coursed through your entire being with each thrust of his rigid cock diving deep into your hungry, wet cunt. His lips were gentle yet persistent, giving you love bites all over your neck that made you want to cling to him even more. Your senses were controlled by a piece of delight and pleasure at that very instant, dominating you with an intoxicating balance of satisfaction and yearning.
"Good girl, taking my cock so well, that's it baby," he praised, hitting your sensitive spot multiple times.
You moaned and cursed out loud, your legs trembling and raising up, allowing him to penetrate deeper. His cock reaching those sensitive spots that you never knew existed.
"Henry doesn't make you feel this good, didn't he?" he asked, an evil smile decorated his face, looking at the hickeys that he made on your neck.
"You feel so good, yes!" you moaned. His lips crashed into yours again, desperate for each other's taste as the both of you took each other.
Your cunt squeezed around his pulsating cock as the appealing threads of ecstasy started to curl inside you, causing him to release a husky groan. Your stomach clenched with anticipation, ready to burst at any second due to Crane's tireless aim of your most weak spots. With every well thrust, your body shivered with ecstasy, increasing the release that was just around the corner.
"I'm close, Jonathan.." your loud moans echoed the room, his pace was going faster and faster.
"Me too baby, me too. Where do you want it?" he asked, his orgasm reaching anytime too.
"Inside, please! I need you.." you begged and begged as you clenched again. Your sweat dripping from your jaw.
"Cum on my cock, love. That's it, take it fucking all."
After a few thrusts, you and Crane both reached your orgasm. His seed planting inside you, not pulling out until every drop gets inside of your fucked cunt. Your white creamy cum decorated his shaft.
After a few seconds, he finally pulled out, your shared cum oozed out of your cunt, staining the table. The both of you panted, catching your own breathes.
"I love you, Jonathan."
"You have my heart, (Y/N)."
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Regular Customer
Yandere!Love Quinn x Reader
age gap, kidnapping
As per usual, around half past twelve, the door of Love’s bakery would chime, and in would walk her favorite customer. Love’s face would beam in excitement, a welcoming smile plastered across her face. You slid up to the counter and returned her smile. Before you could mutter a word, she was already making your coffee just the way you liked it.
"How are you, Love?" you inquired.
She stopped facing the coffee machine only for a second to look over her shoulder. Her eyes were longing to admire your face, but she swiftly looked away as you were already looking at her.
"I’m hanging in there. Henry is doing well, though. He’s with my mom since Joe’s at work," she explained.
She wanted you to know every little detail about her life. She figured if you knew everything, you were somehow indirectly part of her personal life itself. She handed you your coffee, and as you tried to hand her money, she shook her head and pushed it away.
"Come on. You have to let me pay at least once."
She shook her head stubbornly, but your hand was stubborn too, not refusing to move. Eventually, realizing she wasn’t going to take it, you shoved it in the tip jar and headed out the door.
"See you tomorrow!" She called out as the door closed.
Her heart was left beating irregularly. The rest of the day, there were mediocre customers, none of whom radiated like you. Whenever you weren’t around, she was desperate for you to be. As she arrived home, she was met with a familiar darkness and cold. A household where love used to be so vibrant and alive was now devoid of anything.
Joe was gone. Love knew he was out preying on some woman, as if he didn’t have a wife at home. When they first moved and Joe started obsessing over Natalie, it hurt, but now she didn’t feel anything towards him except resentment. She headed upstairs to Henry’s room and saw her mother putting him to sleep.
"Thank you. I really appreciate you being here," Love said.
Dottie placed a hand over her heart and said, "Of course, anything for my grandson."
Love was surprised she didn’t get a snarky remark as she walked Dottie out. She checked the time. It read 9:37, and Joe still wasn’t home. Love didn’t really care, but it felt like time went by so slowly when you weren’t near.
She sat on the couch with her head in her hands, thinking about all the things she wanted to do with you. She wants to hold your hands and kiss your sweet lips. She wants to buy a house and grow old with you. That’s when she decided tomorrow was going to be the day she did something about it.
The next day, Love was noticeably nervous while serving customers. Her hands were shaking so rapidly that she even dropped a cupcake. When she had no one to serve, she kept an attentive eye on the clock. It was four in the afternoon. Where were you? She began to feel anxious, like something bad had happened to you. Just as her nerves were beginning to boil over, you walked in.
"Y/N! You’re here!" She practically shouted, her hands slapping down onto the counter in excitement.
"Yeah. Here I am," you said in a questioning tone with an eyebrow raised. "What has you so excited?"
"Just my favorite customer," Love said, already about to go make your regular.
You gently grabbed her by the wrist to stop her. She felt her heartbeat begin to rise as a faint pink blush covered her pale cheeks. Your touch was so light yet had such an effect on her. At this very moment, Love was practically putty in your hands.
"I think it’s a tad bit late for coffee, and you’ve probably been working so hard all day. Why don’t we sit down?"
The light pink hue on her cheeks had grown into a blazing red. She felt as though she was going to pass out. That was until you let go of her wrist. Now that she’s felt your touch, she can’t go back to not having it. You pulled out a chair for her, and she quickly scurried over like a lost puppy.
"Thank you," she muttered.
What was happening? Love was usually so outgoing and boisterous. How had you made her so shy?
"Love, I’ve been thinking," you started, but took a deep breath to release your nerves. "You’re a beautiful, mature woman, and admittedly, I’ve developed some feelings for you."
At this very moment, Love felt her world light up. You were going to be the one she came home to, cuddled to sleep with, and folded laundry with. You were the one. She immediately reached over the table and grabbed your hand, just enjoying the warmth it expelled.
"And that’s why this is so hard,"
Both Love’s smile and mood dropped. She felt your hand loosen from her grasp, though Love didn’t let go.
"You’re 28 and I’m 19. This will never work. Besides, you’re a married woman with a child."
Y/N, we can make it work!" Love cried, practically begging for you to stay with her: "I don’t even love him!"
"I think that's a problem for you to figure out with him. I just wanted to stop by and tell you that this is the last time you'll see me. I want these feelings I have for you to go away, and that can't happen if I'm seeing you every day," you explained.
You tugged your hand out of her tight grip. Love knew she had to think fast. She couldn't let you go, not now and not ever.
"Wait Y/N. Let me at least give you a goodbye gift. How about a box of treats?" Love suggested, seeming much less sad than she did a few moments ago.
You figured that the idea of her giving you a parting gift made her happier and filled her with some sort of closure, so you obliged. As you nodded, she walked over behind the counter, her steps much more buoyant than before. In a large box, she placed a mélange of Danishes, cupcakes, tarts, and just about every other pastry available.
"What do I owe you?" you asked, taking your wallet out of your pocket.
"Nothing, silly. This is a gift." Love giggled childishly and handed you the heavy box of treats.
"Thank you, Love, You've always been so kind to me, and I'm sorry I ended our friendship." You apologized, a sad glint masking your eyes.
"I'm sorry, too,"
"For what?"
Just then, you noticed she only handed the unusually heavy box to you with one hand and had the other positioned behind her back. Before you could connect the dots and save yourself, she took a rolling pill out from behind herself and hit you over the head with it.
When you awoke several hours later, you were lying on a hard floor with a single, thin blanket underneath you. In confusion, you looked up and saw that you were trapped in a glass cage full of baking supplies. That's when everything came rushing back to you. You touched your head and winced as you pressed the gauze.
Although severely panicked, you tried to think rationally and push open the door. But, unfortunately, Love wasn't stupid, and she wouldn't make such a foolish mistake. Next, you tried to open the box that you can only assume Love would give you food and other small necessities through. This time it actually worked, but the opposite side wasn't openable. Lastly, you began to look through the nooks and crannies of the cage, hoping to find a key. Though when you found nothing, you knew it was helpless. You sat back down and pondered your options.
"Speak of the devil," you mumbled under your breath as you saw her peek out from behind a wall.
"Hi sweetheart!"
"Love, where the fuck am I?" you yelled, raising your voice at her for the first time ever.
All Love could do was smile and place her hand on the glass.
"Look, I know this isn't ideal for you, but it's either this or you leave me forever, and I couldn't deal with even the thought of that."
You didn't say anything and only looked at the floor.
"I promise, once I know you won't try to leave me, I'll let you out. Once that happens, we can raise Henry together." She swooned at the idea of becoming a family.
"What about Joe? How could you betray him like this?"
"Don't worry about Joe; he's taken care of, and I didn't betray him. I was once in love with him too, but once he saw the side of me that you're seeing, he didn't reciprocate my feelings anymore. He moved on and began preying on other women. I knew I couldn't win him back, but then you started coming to my bakery, and all the feelings I once felt for him, I began to feel for you," she explained.
"I don't blame him for wanting to leave once he saw this. I want to as well."
Love frowned. "I'll come back when you've adjusted better."
She began to grab her belongings.
"Wait, Love,"
She turned around, expecting an apology or a love proclamation, but that was wishful thinking.
"Do you have anything for me to eat?" You asked.
She scoffed in response and stomped away and up the stairs. You sighed and began to accept your fate.
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A Virgin’s Lesson
pairing: Boyfriend!Dom!Henry x Virgin!Shy!Girlfriend!Reader
summary: When Henry finds out his virgin girlfriend’s needs, and her fears, he takes it upon himself to teach her a finger or two(Dom Henry‼️) (requested by anon)
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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Y/n settled into bed beside Henry for the first time, since becoming a couple. Letting herself fall into his big thick arms as he pulled her snug and close; it was their first ever sleepover as a couple, 6 months in, and God was she nervous. “Why are you shaking pumpkin, am I not warming you up enough?” Henry smirked putting his hands up underneath her oversized shirt, his hands softly petting her stomach.
“N-no i’m not cold” Y/n said coldly not moving an inch, scared that if she did, she’d find herself enjoying it a bit too much. His thick fingers just scratching up and down the flesh on her stomach softly, humming against her skin as he kissed her neck and shoulders, his body clad in nothing but a pair of boxers. Superman ones to be exact.
Henry’s fingers suddenly stopped their affectionate journey, “Hey love, can I ask you something?” He whispered right against the shell of her ear, sending tingles down his lover’s spine as he kissed it slightly as well. Y/n shuffled herself back more into his chest, nodding, anticipating his next words.
“Are you scared of me?” You can be honest, i’ve been noticing you can’t seem to talk or move when you’re within centimetres of me” Henry asked propping himself up on his elbow, watching as Y/n moved to lay on her back, her eyes focused on her twiddling fingers which Henry then grabbed and interlaced with his.
“No. I’m not scared of you Hen”
“Then what on Earth is it? Do I smell bad or something?” He joked brushing back a bit of her hair, kissing her cheek softly, his hand then settling to cup her jaw. “It’s embarrassing and it’s stupid”
“It’s not embarrassing or stupid if it’s bothering my lovely woman, now come on you, out with it”
“Well y-you know i’ve never really done like, a-anything with guys before; with you I get this weird- this weird feeling of wanting to do things” Y/n whispered meeting his icy blue eyes, his smile softened into a cute little smirk as he leant in and kissed her lips for what must be, the thousandth time that hour. He was so incredibly loving and doted on her constantly, knowing how much of a shy bee she was when it came to men, especially one the size of Henry.
“Then what’s stopping you lovebug?” He whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he talked, in fact they were so close that when he went to wet his lips, she couldn’t help but jolt at the feeling of his wet tongue on her pouty lips.
“I-I’m a bit nervous” She whispered back,
“Wan’ me to help?, i’ll help you okay? If that’s what you want of course?”
“It is, it’s what I w-want” Y/n stuttered feeling giggly, her cheeks growing warm in Henry’s hands. “Going to get you comfy first okay? Just lay back for me baby” Henry urged letting her lay back against his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulder tightly, his hands slowly venturing down towards the hem of her sleep shirt.
“Going to lift this cute shirt of yours, and see what’s waiting for me” Henry smirked kissing Y/n’s nose lightly, watching as her beautiful eyes widened, her hands holding onto his other one tightly. His large paw sensually slid up her shirt, settling on top of her cotton underwear, growling when he felt how wet she was already.
“Fuck baby, lesson 1, when you’re this wet you just call me yeah? You’re too pretty to be left like this, my poor baby” He moaned showing her the string of slick connecting his fingers as he separated them as he held his hand up, before returning his hands this time to the hem of her underwear.
“Be quiet for me honey, wanna hear how wet your pussy is, that okay?” He growled feeling the nestle of curls surrounding her honey centre, his thick fingertips brushing over her sensitive sticky folds, he could already tell she would taste as sweet as day.
“W-woah, that feels good” Y/n whined in shock, never did she ever play with herself, always hearing that it was unladylike while growing up. Her hands held Henry’s other hand to her chest, tucking her head closer to his chest, she felt his fingers slip and glide through her second set of lips.
His breaths getting deeper once he came back to her clit, easily found once he realised the poor thing had been sitting out of her wet lips, clearly needing some of his undying love and attention. “Can I rub your clit baby? S’gonna feel good, I promise” He whispered nuzzling his head against hers, a smirk on his face when Y/n almost instantly widened her legs for him.
Slowly rubbing small circles onto her pussy, Henry felt himself grow hard against her thigh, acknowledging the fact that she had now started sucking on his thumb to keep herself quiet like he had asked her to. The only sounds filling the room were her muffled whimpers and the wet slaps of her pussy lips being rubbed together vigorously by the hunk of a man.
Sliding his hands down to her hole, her wide eyes blinked up at him, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks; all with his massive thumb pressing down on her tongue like some clamp. “You feel good baby? Daddy loves making his woman feel good, such a soft little pussy too” He groaned, curious as to how she would react to the new nickname he gave himself..
“Awk baby you like that?” He taunted feeling her pussy clench around two of his fingers instantly, almost like a vacuum sucking them in. Y/n nodded helplessly, Henry’s lips raining wet open mouthed kisses all over her face, trying to ease the pain as he thrusted his fingers in and out mercilessly.
“You’re going to have to learn to take my fingers, how else are you going to take my cock?” He said softly, his fingers now going slower and deeper, tiny gasps leaving Y/n as his thumb reached back up to her rubbed raw clit. Her hips rolling gently against his hand subconsciously, whimpers sounding from around his thumb.
“C-can do it” Y/n said muffled, her other hand grabbing onto her boyfriends hand herself, thrusting it and out of her at a faster pace than his. Pulling his thumb out of her mouth, Henry used his arm behind her head to nudge her head up, his lips instantly clamping down onto hers, it was less kissing and more exchanging saliva. Slow, hot and snuggly, that was the way Henry saw this whole thing, an act of care and love for his darling girlfriend.
“Okay okay baby, tell daddy when you’re close” Henry whispered breaking their kiss, his forehead leaning against hers, her exasperated breaths fanning his face once he felt her clit stiffen and her tight hole clench again.
“H-Henry, feel somethin here, k-keep going” Y/n whimpered, pointing towards the pit of her stomach, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The sounds of Henry’s hand against her wet pussy filled the room, along with her loud cries and whimpers, oh and Henry’s whispers of reassurance
“Doing so good for me honey” “I love you so much, thank you for trusting me” “Gonna sleep with you in my arms after this”
“So close Hen, so close” Y/n breathed out rapidly, her chest rising as she felt a wave of pleasure rush over her, her hips jerking wildly against Henry’s palm. His fingers softly rubbing her clit with care to let her ride out her high, his other hand rubbing her cheek softly, his superstar smile on his face.
“T-thank you” Y/n whispered out, leaning up to kiss his lips a bit sloppily, returning back to her shy demeanour. “Anyone tell you how beautiful you look after you orgasm?” Henry teased smirking, but he wasn’t lying, her hair all roughed up and her face all dazed was definitely now one of his favourite looks on her.
“Hen! You know you’re-“
“Yup i’m the first man and will be the only man to see you like this. Thanks for reminding me” He winked leaning down and kissing her again, his hand rubbing her swollen pussy over her underwear, her hand hitting his chest jokingly as she suddenly looked down.
“oh, well h-hello” She said adorably, noticing the tent built up in his boxers, an even more nervous look on her face.
“Don’t worry love, that lesson’s for another day, let me just feel you for now”
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Puppy Love
Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 1
Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?
Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller
Word Count: 3,502
Warnings: Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.
MINORS DNI! Must be 18+
I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.
This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
A big thanks to @shellyshellshell for encouraging me to write this story!
A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!
*Syverson POV*
It’s certainly difficult to leave the cool air conditioning of the house to head to work when the weather forecast predicts another scorching Texas summer day where the humidity makes your clothes immediately stick to your skin. It’s nothing I’m not familiar with having grown up in Texas my whole life and then spending two tours in the desert before returning home. You’d think I would move somewhere cold, but the south is all I know. I certainly couldn’t leave Nana and Pawpaw either. After finishing my last tour, I came home and bought an empty house in disrepair and spent the better part of a year ripping it to studs and rebuilding. I was really struggling with returning to civvy life after spending the majority last ten years in the sand pit. Originally, I had just planned to fix up my house so that it was comfortable and hell, livable, until I discovered what I wanted to do outside of the army. Remodeling my house taught me that I really enjoyed working with my hands and building things. I guess you could say taking a broken, outdated home and making it beautiful and functional again really resonated with me on a deeper level. I was lucky to leave the army with only some mild PTSD and nightmares. Hell, I had all of my limbs and was alive which is more that I can say I deserve. Staying busy helped me cope so after working towards getting my contractor’s license, I decided to start my own company, Syverson Contracting. It was still a small operation with only about seven employees including my cousin Alex, but we got by just fine.
After getting ready for the day and sipping on my cup of coffee on the porch with my German Shepard, Aika, I put my boots on and headed to the truck for the first day on a new worksite. Like usual, I called Nana on the way to work to check in. My grandparents lived about fifteen minutes away from me, but I still called to check on them every morning and make sure they’re doing alright. As I drive, Nana starts chattering all about how her friend’s granddaughter is single and I should be looking for a good woman to marry and settle down with. We’ve had this conversation umpteen times before but I can’t seem to get it through my stubborn grandmother’s head that it’s useless. I’ve been burned by too many women in the past as a young and naïve man and I just don’t want to bring someone into all of my problems. Yes, I go to therapy at the VA to help with my PTSD but it still doesn’t stop the sleepless nights and nightmares that immediately send me back to wartime in the desert. As much as I’ve always wanted a partner in life; a beautiful wife to come home to, a couple of kids and the proverbial picket fence, I just don’t see how it could be in the cards for me now. I’m too fucked up. Nana of course would never understand and I certainly don’t want to drag her into it so I just listen to her drone on and on about some chick named Susanne and then tell her that I’ve got to go.
After speaking with my team and giving instructions for the job, I went to Alex’s flatbed truck and we all started unloading the materials. The home we were working on was owned by a young couple expecting their first child. It was a simple job, replacing the flooring throughout the house, building a shed in the backyard for lawnmowers and other garden tools, and repairing some dry rotting siding near the fireplace. The great thing about my team is that I could get them started and didn’t have to micromanage them. After several hours in the walloping sun, we all broke for lunch. After cooling off and reenergizing at the local Wendy’s, we all headed back to the house to continue our work. Since I was used to being in these weather conditions, I decided to head out toward the edge of the woods in the backyard and start building the garden shed. When I went to lift up some of the plywood, I was beyond shocked to find a shaking and filthy little tan dog who appeared to be injured and terrified.
“Shit. Heya buddy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. It’s alright pal. Let me take a look atcha.”
As a true animal lover, I was immediately enraged. Someone had intentionally abused this poor defenseless animal and either abandoned it or it was able to limp off to the woods. The little male pup, couldn’t be older than a year was bleeding from four different wounds on the side of his sand colored body. The second I scooped him up, he was whining and cowering in fear.
“You’re alright little man. I’m gonna take care of ya. Let’s see if we can getcha to a vet.” I call Aika’s vet office and unfortunately there is no answer. Janet must still be taking her lunch break.
I see Alex walking outside to grab some of the flooring to bring inside and yell for him to come here.
“What’s up, Sy?”
“Just found this little guy beat to hell by the woods.”
“Jesus. What kind of bastards do that to an animal?” Alex ponders as he was looking at the injured and sick animal.
“I’m gonna see if Dr. Robinson’s in. Hopefully I can get the little feller in today but I need you to run the site until I get back.”
“No problem, Sy. Didn’t she just have another kid? I’m not sure if she’ll be there but I know Jessica said something about them hiring a new vet so I’m sure someone will be around.”
The veterinarian’s office was only a fifteen-minute drive from the site so after giving the poor thing some water, I loaded him up and drove there.
On the ride over, he seemed to relax a bit and not shake as bad as he had been and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Oh Austin! How good to see you! Did your Aika have an appointment?”
“Hey Ms. Janet, is Dr. Robinson in? It’s not for Aika. I found this guy by the woods and he’s been hurt something awful.”
“Heavens to Betsy! Poor little angel! Elizabeth is out on maternity leave but we’ve hired a new vet. You'll like her. Let me check with her and see if she can work you in.”
“Yes ma’am.”
A few moments later, Janet scurries back and directs me to an exam room with the little guy. I guess I could have just dropped him off and went back to work but my heart just couldn’t stand it. Hell, I fought to bring back Aika from Afghanistan because of how quickly I fell in love with her and she’s been the best dog ever. I can’t imagine leaving this little guy to potentially die from his injuries without a friendly face nearby.
*Knock Knock!*
The door opens and my heart stops at the same time. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen enters while carrying a clipboard and a stethoscope. She’s a petite little thing only reaching to my shoulders with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and crystal blue eyes that feel like they see straight to my soul.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Emma Miller. I hear you found this little guy in the woods?”
“Uh, yes ma’am. Hello there, I’m Austin Syverson. Yeah, I uh, I found him and he looks like he’s been abused.”
She smiles brightly and shakes my hand when I introduce myself and the moment I touch her soft skin, I can hardly think straight. Why the hell do I feel so jittery? It’s just a beautiful woman Sy. Get ahold of yourself. I tell her exactly what I found and she quickly starts examining him while speaking to him in a sweet voice.
“Hi sweet boy. You poor thing! I’m so sorry someone has been treating you so horribly. We’re going to take care of you, yes we are. You’re going to be good as new! I’m going to give you some fluids because you’re dehydrated little guy. Once we get some fluids in you, I’ll try giving you some food. How about that little man?”
I can’t help but smile as she baby talks to him while inserting an IV in his tiny arm and starting him on fluids. She examines the wounds more carefully before retrieving a pair of things that look like tweezers.
“If I had to guess, I would say this guy is about 10-12 months old. I suspect these wounds on his side are from a BB gun. Would you mind holding his head? I’m going to give him some pain relief in his IV to help him relax and then try and clean the area and see if I can remove them. We’re a bit short staffed at the moment with Dr. Robinson out and two of our techs calling in sick so I’ll need your help if that’s okay?”
“Fucking BB guns.” I murmur under my breath. Damn some people are just the worst.
“I’m happy to help.” I tell her quickly and take up residence next to the puppy’s head to hold him still.
“Thank you.” She replies quietly while concentrating on rubbing some brown cleaner across each wound.
I can’t help but watch her as she focuses on removing all four bb’s and placing them into a metal bowl. She’s so effortlessly beautiful and incredibly adorable as she works on the dog who seems to be feeling so much better with the medication and fluids that he has received. She sews up each wound quickly and efficiently. The pup seems to be almost as captivated by her as I am. When she’s done, he even attempts to wag his tail for her. Dr. Miller explains that he will need a flea and tick bath before she can dress the wounds because he has several fleas on him and she doesn’t want them getting into the incisions.
“Mr. Syverson, I hate to keep you from your day. Would you want to just come back for him in a little while? I have to do an exam on a yorkie with diabetes but then I’ll bathe him on my break and get his wounds dressed.”
“Sugar?” I ask.
“I’m sorry, pardon?” She responds a bit flustered.
I smirk as I see the blush tinting her cheeks. “The yorkie. Is it named Sugar?”
“Oh! Yes! Someone you know?”
“My grandma’s neighbor, Mrs. Clayton, has a yappy little yorkie named Sugar and I believe I overheard that it has diabetes.”
“Yes, well that would be her.” She smirks back.
“I don’t mind waiting with the little guy. Is it alright if I stay and help you bathe him? Since your short staffed and all?” I ask with my most charming smile.
Her beaming grin tells me all I need to know. “Sure, Mr. Syverson. Can you give me about twenty minutes?”
“Only if you’ll call me Austin or Sy. Mr. Syverson is my pawpaw.” I say with a grin.
“Alright Austin. I’m going to leave you with some wet food on the table for this little fellow, but can I trust you to only give him small amounts slowly? We don’t know when his last meal was so we don’t want to overwhelm his belly.”
“Yes ma’am.” I mock salute at her with two fingers and she giggles when she leaves the exam room. I swear the moment she did I was a goner. I need to find a way to hear that giggle more.
“Well little guy, it looks as though we are helping each other out, huh? You ain’t the only one broken and battered.” I say as I give the dog a small plastic spoonful of wet dog food that he almost swallows hole.
“What should I call you?” I hypothesize aloud while the pup continues eating sloppily from the spoon I’m holding.
“Since Dr. Miller here patched you up, how about Miller? We can call you Mills for short. What do you think about that? I like it.”
Emma finally returns to the exam room and is happy to see that the Mills has eaten the food I gave him and kept it all down. Due to the food, medications, and fluids he received you can already tell a slight difference in his demeanor.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” She says while carefully picking him up and carrying him to the back of the building before pausing. “You coming, Austin?” She asks.
God, I hope I will be soon. I think before I rush over to open the exam door for her and follow her to the back.
“You know, I’m breaking rules by letting you back here so don’t make me regret it.” She says to me teasingly as she carefully sets Mills into a large stainless-steel sink and begins to bathe him with medicated shampoo.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Dr. Miller.”
“No, if I have to call you Austin, you have to call me Emma. It’s only fair.”
“Well, Emma is a beautiful name so that will be easy. If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? We haven’t had a new vet in town since Dr. Robinson came and that was probably ten years ago.” I watch as Emma carefully removes three ticks from his fur and want to outwardly cringe. Ticks are the devil’s bug.
“I’m from Alabama. I’ve only been in Texas for about a month but just started working in the office this last week.” She tells me as she very carefully continues to clean Mills.
“What brought you all the way out here? Did your husband get transferred out here or something?”
She side eyes my question with a smirk. “Nope, just the job. No husband or kids. No boyfriend either in case that was your next question.” She remarks sarcastically.
My stomach flips with excitement even though she caught on to what I was really fishing for.
“Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here. For Mills’ health needs of course.” I add quickly while gesturing to the pup.
“Mills?”
“Yup. Short for Miller, after the doctor who’s taking care of him.”
Her cheeks blush bright red as she runs a flea comb gently through his fur. “Well aren’t you just the charmer. I’m surprised Janet didn’t warn me about you. She’s been clueing me in on pretty much the entire town.”
“Ah, good ole’ Janet. She knows there’s no need to warn you about me. She’s known me since I was in diapers so that should tell you enough about my character if she didn’t warn you off.”
“That’s good to know. So, are you planning on keeping little Mills? Or are you wanting us to adopt him out once he’s all healed?”
“Oh, I plan on keeping him if that’s alright. As long as my girl, Aika, is okay with it I’ll keep him. Can’t imagine sending him off to a stranger after what he’s already been through.”
“Well, if your girlfriend isn’t on board with keeping him just let us know and we can see about arranging a foster for him until he’s able to be put up for adoption.” She says while stepping a little further away from me.
Girlfriend? Oh dumbass, you made her think Aika is your girlfriend.
“Aika’s my German Shepard. I don’t have a wife, kids, or a girlfriend either.” I said poking fun at her sarcastic comment from earlier.
Emma grins but just continues to rinse Mills off. She notices that one of his paws looks a bit swollen but she can’t find any cuts or wounds so she thinks it may just be bruised from trying to run from his abuser.
Once we get him dried off, I hold his head again for her to clean and dress the wounds on his side and I’m dreading leaving.
“So, I’ll need to see little Mills in 3 days to check his wounds and remove the stitches. I need you to clean and redress the wounds one time a day like I’ve shown you. I’ve got his medication and antibiotics here and a couple of cans of that wet food that you fed him earlier. I recommend continuing to feed it to him slowly so that his tummy doesn’t get upset. Nobody likes waking up to a dog throwing up or having diarrhea in the house. If he does okay with that food we can discuss increasing his food intake at the next appointment. Do you have any questions, Austin?”
“Just one. Can I get your number, Emma? You know, in case I have questions about your prodigy, Little Mills, here.” I add with a smirk.
“I’m sure you have the number for the vet’s office.” She smirks.
“That I do, but I’d like yours as well, please.” I ask with my most convincing smile.
“Alright, alright. Just don’t advertise it. The last thing I need is people like Mrs. Clayton calling me after hours.” She concedes with a giggle and I can’t help my boisterous laughter at the last part.
“Nobody wants someone like Mrs. Clayton calling them all the time. That woman would talk to a wall just to hear her own voice.” I hand her my phone and she quickly types her number and I save it under “Mills’ Future Mama” and smirk to myself.
I pay and make the next appointment for Mills and then head to the local pet store for a collar, leash, dog bed, and more dog food. Luckily, Mills sleeps on the ride home and I can’t decide if he’s finally realized I’m not going to hurt him or if he’s still drowsy from the effects of the meds he received. I head home and send Alex an update that I’ll be back at the site tomorrow.
When I get home, I bring everything inside before carrying Mills over to Aika and carefully introducing him. After the initial excitement wears off, Aika heads outside to the backyard and I’m relieved that she seems to accept him. She’s always been such a good dog so hopefully I can rely on her to show our little rookie around and teach him our routines.
I go about showering and eating dinner, but I can’t seem to get my mind off Emma. I obviously want to play it cool but she has infiltrated my mind to the point where I just can’t think of anything else. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stop myself. I decide to take a picture of Mills in his little bed and text it to her.
Sy: <attached image>
Mills’ Future Mama: I’m glad to see my namesake is adjusting to his new life. I take it that his sibling accepts him?
Mills’ Future Mama: Also, you’re lucky I opened that picture text. Typically receiving a picture from an unknown number is never a good thing 😖
Sy: Sounds like your mind is in the gutter or you have some seriously unhinged acquaintances, darlin. Aika has accepted him into the pack without hesitation.
Mills’ Future Mama: More like, men are nasty and will take any opportunity to send an unsolicited dick pic to even the most unwilling recipients. Glad you found the little guy. He seems right at home.
Sy: He is. You should come visit him sometime.
Mills’ Future Mama: Why would I do that when he’ll be in my office in three days?
Sy: Maybe to see his owner?
Mills’ Future Mama: I’d imagine his daddy will be the one bringing him back to my office though?
Sy: Alright then, how about I make you some dinner at my place? Say tomorrow at 5pm?
Mills’ Future Mama: Make it 5:30 and I’ll be there. Just know I’ll be sending your information to my best friend in case you try and murder me.
Sy: What type of people were you surrounded by in Alabama? 🤨
Mills’ Future Mama: I was actually in a super safe town. Just watch too many crime shows to make careless mistakes.
Sy: Smart lady. You can tell whoever you want, darlin’. I’ve got nothing to hide and I appreciate a woman who has some self-preservation skills.
Mills’ Future Mama: Trust me, I’m very skilled at many things. 😜
Sy: Damn woman, I’m trying my best to be a gentleman here. It’s not fair to tease me.
Mills’ Future Mama: Not teasing. Just stating facts. 🙃
Sy: Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough. Here’s my address. Any food allergies?
Mills’ Future Mama: Nope! I’ll bring dessert. I’m interested to test your cooking prowess.
Sy: You’re killing me.
Mills’ Future Mama: See you tomorrow!
Part 2
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RW&RB MovieAlex vrs BookAlex: A Rant
I'm late to the party on Red, White, and Royal Blue for a dumb reason and now I'm obsessed with it. OMG I WAS SO WRONG.
I love the book. I love the movie. I also love the difference between them that I find myself obsessing over: the lack of June.
I love June. I'm also not mad that they removed her from the movie, because I honestly don't think they had the time to do her justice. The important thing is that when they removed her, they split her personality and scenes between Nora and Alex. And the result is fascinating.
Combining June with Alex gives us a calmer, more emotionally mature, competent version of Alex. He is definitely not the hot mess that BookAlex is. (Don't get me wrong here: BookAlex is my favorite character.) But now it's implied that MovieAlex is better at keeping his temper, handles his shit without being micromanaged, advocates for himself more, and I'm pretty sure the speech he gives is his own. Probably with help, but still. Also not having divorced parents means MovieAlex doesn't have BookAlex's abandonment issues. It's never said that his parents' relationship is perfect, but it's implied that he's had a stable family background. MovieAlex still has flaws and he's not Nora Levels of Competency, but he's definitely a lot more balanced. And this actually changes his relationship with Henry, just a little.
Namely in reference to my two favorite scenes:
1) Storming the Castle.
BookAlex is a ball of rage in this scene, and it's GLORIOUS. Yelling at the windows, aggressively dripping everywhere trying to ruin the rugs, making rude comments about Henry's ancestors. He is defiant. He yells, Henry yells back. It ends in tears, but there's a lot of anger.
MovieAlex by contrast is quieter, more hurt. He hardly yells at all. (I rewatched this scene like 20 times for Repeat to be sure.) He's determined, and he doesn't back down, but you get to see that split second of fear in his eyes that Henry is asking him to leave. There's a lot more emotion and tears in this version. It's ... sweeter isn't the right word. Bittersweet, maybe.
Downside: The lack of transition in the morning from the book. I miss Alex expecting to be dumped, and Henry realizing he doesn't want Phillip's life before deliberately making the choice to be with Alex. Also the comment on Alex's hair, which made me giggle.
2) The Museum Scene
I know a lot of people are disappointed with this scene, and I feel the need to argue about why it's brilliant the way it is.
In the book, they go to the museum because Henry has made his choice, and now he's showing one of his favorite places to Alex. He's the one who brings up the music. He chooses to fulfill his fantasy with Alex there, and he chooses to play a song that embodies the romanticism of their situation, about being in love and not being able to let anyone else know. Your Song.
In the movie, they go to the museum when Henry's still trying to decide if this is something he can have, and he's sharing a part of himself with Alex when he talks about his fantasy. Alex is the one who chooses to fufill it, so of course he chooses a different song. For him, it's a song about how easy it is to love Henry. I Can't Help Falling In Love With You.
I also love that they changed Henry giving the ring to Alex to Alex giving Henry his key in return. I love the symbolism of Alex keeping Henry's ring safe for him, of their two homes side by side. But I also love the idea of exchanging parts of themselves. I love that they have those pieces of each other when they're separated and the emails are exposed.
The book tells the story better overall because it has the time to, and the bickering and friendship between the boys is everything. The movie makes me melt over the flirting and affection between them. I can't pick one over the other because both versions of this story are wonderful.
But emotionally mature MovieAlex and how soft he is with Henry, making sure Henry's taken care of? I am WEAK for that.
#Doing this here instead of my author's notes#I have a lot of feelings about red white and royal blue okay?#movie versus book#both both is good#emotionally competent Alex FTW#red white and royal blue
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Returned (Scarf pt.3)
(Perv)William Afton x (f) reader
Pt.1 and Pt.2
Warnings: Smut. Obsession, corruption, boss/employee, pervert behaviour, masturbation.
Notes: an idea for a continuation spawned, idk if it's a good one lmao. Hope it's not too bad.
He has quite the amusing collection now, the scarf, salvaged as much as he could from his last time using it, and now these pretty fucking photos. On your hands and knees, leant forward to look through lost property, your skirt agonisingly tight over the curve of your arse, riding up enough that he can see the tops of your thighs straining against the thin tights you wear. He doesn't need the picture. Your perfect body is burnt into his brain at the moment, so vulnerable with your back turned like that, you had no idea what he could do. But of course the photos help.
He inhales the scent of you from your scarf. He should wash it to get rid of the tainting he's done to it, but then he'd lose your smell. And right now with his cock in his hand that seems a fate much worse than his long dried cum. If anything, it's better. Your perfume and perspiration blended with him. Fucking beautiful.
He approaches his end quick, he can't help it, lost in the photo and the mental embellishment of him closing the cupboard door behind him, locking you in with him. Shushing your confusion with a hand between your legs, ripping your tights, and sliding under fabric to reach your centre. Hot and wet for him. He'd tease you like that, rub that sweet little clit until you're begging him to make you cum. Then he'd stop, tasting you on his fingers whilst he grabs his belt and-
Sharp, almost aggressive knocking on his office door makes him flinch. Fucking really?! He's so close, cock twitching when he takes his fist away, quickly redoing his fly and tucking your scarf onto his lap. Fucking ridiculous. Can't have a moment's peace.
Well, you are at work. A nagging voice in his head pipes up and whilst it has a point, now’s not the time for it.
The door knocks again, and he snaps, "What?! Come in then!"
His business partner does as commanded and opens the door, standing confused in its frame. Great, Henry. The only thing that could sober his still throbbing cock.
Henry's eyes are wide from Williams' unexpected anger. "Are you okay?"
"What do you want, Henry?"
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It wasn't Henry's fault. He actually brought good news, but it's hard to have a serious conversation when your dick is begging to continue what was interrupted. He's pent up, has been for a while, wanking to you is his momentary respite, he's sure that the only thing that would cure him at this point is a taste.
He was forced from his office to help with some technical issues that he's probably not qualified to do. Snapping at Henry that he's "a mechanic not a fucking electrician", which is probably one of his catchphrases at this point. It's as he's sticking his hands into an open light socket that you arrive for your shift, looking like a fucking treat. The step ladders he's standing on lends him a nice view of your bra peeking out under your shirt.
And when you greet him as bright as you usually do, asking him what he's doing, he decides he needs more.
~
But what can he do? How can he get his hands on that bit more? He considers his options. He could just get you in his office and lay his cards bare, hope to god you're obliging. Or he could continue playing the long game, satisfying his carnal needs until you're there to do it…
The obvious option is obvious.
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The day after you're doing close again, not that you mind really, it's not a terrible shift. Not as easy as open, but better than second, you'll take that as a mercy.
You arrive ten minutes early, like a good little employee, giving you time to locker up your stuff and hang up your jacket. Pocket empty of course, you've learnt your lesson about leaving stuff accessible. The restaurant looks pretty busy already, and you internally roll your eyes, another rough one looming over you. Least it'll go quick.
Making your way to the back, you see your boss standing with another waiter, his arm resting on the door frame as he talks to them pretty sternly. Probably getting a telling off for something or other. You watch the scene for a moment before reminding yourself that it's rude to stare.
You can't help it, though. Every time you see Mr Afton, you're confronted by how off-puttingly attractive he is. It's his intensity, you think, an assertive powerfulness that inherently sends warmth to your core. Though you don't think that employee is valuing his intensity right now.
He sees you, and you smile awkwardly, not wanting to be involved in the bollocking, he'd smile back if he wasn't involved himself. His plan springs to mind, distracting him from what he's doing, making him wave the member of staff away.
William follows you to the staff area, unable to contain the malignant grin on his face, how blissfully unaware you are of his eyes glued to your form.
He darts into his office while you busy yourself with your belongings, reaching for the garment that started this whole fucking thing. Such a flimsy piece of fabric, it was a nightmare to clean, but he managed it. And now it holds no trace of you, or him for that matter, it's a tool for lure now, not pleasure. He holds it in a firm grip as he heads back to the rest area, eager to catch you before you slip away into work.
The office door bangs closed behind him, and you flinch, imagining him angry with someone else and about to take it out on you. Not that he ever had before, but you've heard stories of how much of an arsehole he can be when he's pissed off.
But instead of being greeted by a tight jaw and fiery eyes, the man is smirking with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you find stirring your abdomen. He's kept the scarf behind his back, just out of your view.
"Hi Mr Afton, you alright?" You ask as chipperly as you usually would.
"Just dandy, sweetheart." His smirk spreads to a wolfish grin, and heat rises to your cheeks accordingly. "I have something for you."
He makes you wait a beat of silence, watching your lips twitch about to ask him what, and that's when he produces your scarf, an instant adorable smile captures your whole face.
"My scarf! Thank you so much-" You reach for it and he snatches it back, its playful, but it reminds you to restrict your excitement. But you are excited, bordering on overjoyed, it was a gift that your friend can finally see you wearing, the fallout of losing it now avoided. You last that scarf nearly a week ago, to turn up now just feels like the best luck. "Where was it?" You ask, watching him hold it, the fabric looking delicate and breakable in his big hands.
"Someone put it in the wash with the server's towels, no idea why." He finally hands it to you, making sure to brush your fingers as much as possible, the slight touch immediately addictive.
"Weird." You reply, wondering why the hell it ended up there, but happy that the smooth material is back where it belongs. That lie isn't William's best work, it's okay, reasonably believable and on his part, blameless.
"Thank you." You say again, really meaning it. "For uh finding it and remembering that it's mine." Your expression is very genuine, relief and contentment, it stirs him. He did that. He made you smile like that. And he needs to do it again.
"How could I not, that colour does wonders for your eyes." Cliché but effective judging by how you can't quite hold his gaze, every few seconds glancing down.
You giggle, not expecting that kind of compliment from him. "Thanks... I guess I owe you one, you'll have to let me know if there's anything I can do."
"There is actually." He makes it seem like the idea just sprung to his head, not like he had thought about it in detail earlier, he was going to ask you, but you offering a favour works even better.
"Oh?" You say in acknowledgement, a little surprised but willing, you do owe him after all.
He was just dying to get you alone, and this was a pretty perfect ploy. His tone is purely diplomatic but there's something not so professional about the fox-like glint in his eyes. "Accounts are going for audit soon, I haven't the time to go over inventory books myself- I'm up to my neck in other shite to do. You think you could help me with that?"
You blink, this was massively above your paygrade and that thought must appear on your face because he continues. "It's just comparing Henry's intakes with my records, checking they match."
"Uhh, I'm happy to help, I've just never done anything even close to that." You try to verbalise your doubts and how you wouldn't want to make a mistake that could see you holding a p45 and on indeed.com.
He grins at your reluctance, turning his persuasion up a notch. "I'll show you through it, it'll save you an hour or so of the carnage out there." He's right, sitting quiet in his office seemed better than running around in service, but you're still doubtful.
"I guess… I can have a go..." You give in and pretty quickly he's guiding you into his office, the door closed behind the two of you.
You never spend much time in here, you're good at your job after all. There are touches of your boss in here, a coffee machine, ashtray, a family photo, but it's mostly clinical; which you understand, you'd never want to start blurring the lines between work and home too much either. You stand stiffly a step through the door, watching his lean frame bend down to open a filing cabinet, taking what he needs then banging it shut with his foot.
"Sit." He gestures to the chair opposite his, keeping his tone sweet, you're clearly nervous of him and you absolutely should be.
"Yeah alright." You speak as you do as told, a tight coil in your core. It's quiet in here, you can't even hear the pot washer banging trays down, which you'd been certain reverberated throughout the whole building.
Soon two folders are in front of you on the desk, one containing near perfect cursive handwriting, notes on stock all nightly usages written in red. The other's was harder to comprehend, the writing more rushed, joined up in harsh sharp lines.
"This," Mr Afton's points to the latter book, his form towering over yours, "is the balance sheet, which is based on the system figures, what stock we should have. The other one is Henry's recordings of what we actually have." You nod, that doesn't sound too complicated, though you're a little put off by the numbers on the scruffier side, you assume that's the value deducted, or added?
"Sorry about the writing, I know it's hard to read." He grins, the handwriting was one bad habit he hadn't been able to shake. You are quickly becoming another. Sitting in front of him now, like an apple ready to be bitten he swears to God.
"Oh it's not that bad." You give him a small smile, you're sugar-coating it and he knows it. "Which figures am I comparing?" You ask, feeling quite overwhelmed, this seems like a pretty important job and you don't want to fuck up.
"Item figures. Checking that what we should have matches what we do have." He goes through an example, using a highlighter to cross through the bottled Pepsi figures, and you mainly get it.
He glances at your expression, finding great amusement in the furrowed brow showing your confusion. All of a sudden a heavy hand is on your shoulder, thumb reaching to the base of your neck, it's not overly invasive but it has your breath quickening. "It's just a formality, I usually don't even read it, it's just for audit."
"But what if I get something wrong?" You ask tentatively, very focused on his touch. There must be something wrong with you today because you’re reeling from it.
"It's fine, I'll sign it. Your mistakes are my problem then." That's some reassurance you consider, he brings his head close to yours and his breath on your skin has goosebumps all over you. "Have some faith, you're a smart girl."
God, you smell so fucking good, your perfume or shampoo, he doesn't know but it's fucking intoxicating. Something sweet, vaguely floral, his trousers are tight on his crotch and the impulse to bury his face in your neck is strong. He can see how your breath has changed, your heart rate is higher than before, you must sense that his eyes aren't on the open books.
"Do the next one." He tries to keep his voice steady but it’s low with intention and mixed with the close proximity, you're riddled with guilty tension.
"O-kay." You mutter, really forcing yourself to focus and only half succeeding. It's pretty much the same thing he did, just with Pepsi max this time, you're highlighting it in confirmation that it's correct but your line jumps crooked when you hear him inhale. Your blood runs cold and hot at the same time, the intimacy sending a pang of need in your core but at the same time it's creepy, gross even, and you have to stifle a shiver.
Your mouth is dry but you can't just say nothing. "...Mr Afton?" Your voice is tiny, as pretty and flimsy as that scarf.
He sniggers, you want to push the chair back but you daren't. "It fucking kills me when you call me that." Your eyes go wide.
He pulls back a little, turning the swivel chair to face him and he's something to behold right now. Arousal darkened eyes that conflict you with wanting them off you, but at the same time having them look at you is so thrilling.
"Sorry." You mutter, completely out of the driving seat in your own mind, you just look at him, so startled you can't do much else. This is what happens to the mice your cat catches, you think, their heart beats so fast it takes all their energy just to manage it.
He recognises that look and mentally scolds himself for going too far, restraint is becoming a real issue around you.
"No. I'm sorry." He stands back from you, a safe distance back you both think. And although you thought that's what you wanted, you immediately miss the flurry of tension you were just wrapped in. "I shouldn't have asked you to uh- you can go."
You blink at him so he repeats himself, "You can go."
But you don't, maybe you're still frozen. Maybe you're not. It doesn't matter, you stand up slowly and look down at his shoes, trying to think of something to say. You should just go, be content that he realised how weird he was being and backed off, but your core is ravaged by the way he seemed so lost in you. You can't help but replay the chill you experienced. No one has ever been that into you.
After a second of this god awful silence he laughs, you sweet little thing, if you don't get away from him right now he's going to fucking devour you. And even if you want that, he doesn't. He wants you to melt all pretty on his tongue.
You step a little closer, managing to glance up at your boss, "It's... okay." His eyes flick on yours quick and before you can have a second thought he's in front of you, kissing you. Shakily you let him, kissing him back, the implications lost on the wind. You can't explain what about this is so different, your heart is pounding as he takes hold of your jaw, sliding his tongue into your mouth.
It's brimming with intention and you're so unaware of how he could fucking explode from the taste of your mouth, the pretty gasp that leaves you, going straight to his cock. Your back is pressed into his desk, your hands tight on his shirt, overwhelmed with the impulse to sit on the surface and let him in between your legs, the idea of it seems correct. William groans when a hand finds your hip, squeezing the flesh there damn near mesmerised. Your lips are so soft against his it's maddening.
The shrill ringing of the phone is the only thing that stops him pushing you back onto that desk. He's begging for it and quite frankly so are you.
Maybe the caller is merciful for you both.
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"i wanna be a homemaker for you"
homemaker: one who manages a household especially as a spouse and parent
heavily inspired by @belphego-or post called "obey me bros as househusbands" it's so good!! please give it a read
link is right here!
lucifer
He doesn't wanna admit how much he likes the idea of coming home from work to see you waiting for him
"Like" , of course, is an understatement. He loves it. The idea of you trusting him enough to dedicating yourself that much... It feeds his pride like nothing else
Naturally, his brothers are still in the house, he can't be without them and they need him as much as he does them.
Regardless of this fact, being a homemaker for Lucifer means that you live like royalty
Groceries? You get only the best ingredients and food. Clothes? Don't worry you have a walk-in closet. Super expensive hobby? He's got it covered.
You wanna buy something stupid that costs too much? "Tsk tsk......buy it before I change my mind, MC."
Doesn't really care if you're an expert at cooking or cleaning, he just has a very strict affection schedule, MC. If he's home by 11pm you have to be in his arms by 11:15pm, no ifs or buts.
He knows that being a homemaker is draining work so expect to see a spontaneous "Be ready by 10. We're going out, I Love you" every other weekend.
mammon
Someone pinch him cause YOU??? are trusting YOUR FIRST?? to provide and care for you and he gets the pleasure of coming home to you..... EVERYDAY???
Ego boost to the max, he's so ready to brag about this anyone and anything with a pulse
"Sorry, Im just rushing' cause I got someone waiting for me at home, ya kno?"
"Me? I slept like a baby, especially after the dinner my MC cooked for me"
Being a homemaker for Mammon means you're getting spoiled with gifts. Are all your basic necessities met? Yes. But did Mammon also randomly buy you a 600$ foot massager cause you got a foot cramp yesterday? ...Yes.
You're Mammon's best friend, so trust that when he gets back from work you're gonna hear about everything that happened and who has beef with who.
Mammon likes to check in on you the most, texting you throughout his work day and asking you if there's anything you need or want.
His favorite things are good morning kisses and goodnight kisses, knowing you're the first and last thing he sees everyday makes him feel all his hard work is worth it.
levi
When you first propose the idea to Levi, he can't believe it, just the image of him coming home to you in an apron is enough to make him lose his cool.
But soon enough he understands that he has to work hard for you since, after all, providing for someone isn't free and he refuses to cheap out on his Henry
Levi is a dedicated husband and part of that means that he absolutely requires you to do your job..
...the job which is kissing him goodbye before he leaves for work
Levi will do anything and everything you ask him to do, he just wants your love and attention in return. Kisses, hugs, words of approval, you name it.
Being a homemaker for Levi means that you live to your taste. Sure Levi has his gaming room, but everything else is up for grabs.
You want to completely remodel the kitchen? Give Levi a little kissing and loving and all of a sudden you have an appointment with an interior designer
If you're happy then Levi feels like he's done his job. He knows being a homemaker requires a lot of trust in your part and for that, he swears to be the best partner he can for you.
___a/n
this came out longer than i thought i would, so i only did three brothers for now, maybe i'll do more (???)
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Kinktober 2023, Day 1
The Girls Come Easy
Summary: You had built an audience as an influencer, and everybody was ready for you to document going to see your favorite band, but what was documented was not what you had expected. When the boys invited you backstage, and took your phone you was not prepared for them to broadcast the debauchery and chaos with them. One too many drinks and hits off whatever they gave you, and you became their toy for the night. A night you and all your followers would not soon forget…
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader X Clark Kent X Mickey Henry
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, oral sex, anal, double vaginal penetration, double penetration, threats of triple penetration, pinching, sucking, fingering, recording without knowledge, multiple orgasms, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.7K
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Taking out your phone, you look through the excited messages from your followers for this moment. A moment you have waited to happen for years. Not just going to see your favorite band with the dumbest name; The Twisted Turnips, but you had been invited to meet them. They had asked for you! But you couldn’t bring anyone with you, and you of course had said that was just fine. Anything to meet them.
The concert was amazing, but your adrenaline rush was still hanging in strong. You were going to pass out after this. Your body could only handle so much, and it was reaching its peak.
All three of them were disgustingly attractive; Mickey with his eyeliner, and penchant to never wear clothes. Lloyd with his perfect coiffed hair and a devious smirk. That man could ruin your life, and you would crawl on your knees for more. And then the brooding and dangerously handsome Clark. He was the quiet one of the group, but you just knew there was something underneath that coy exterior.
They had somehow found out you were going to be at their concert, and requested for you to come backstage. You? Each moment in this holding room feels like forever. Isolating you after a big concert is making your anxiety crash through the ceiling.
You settle back, picking at your nails with anticipation. Running through every different scenario you could think of for how this was going to go. But when that door creaks open, and you get the first flash of the bluest eyes, you stand up at attention. Lloyd’s devil may care attitude is more apparent in person. Mickey’s grin is damn near sadistic, and Clark is licking his lips like he had found his next meal.
“So what’s a pretty girl like you listening to trash like us for?” Lloyd’s voice was as smooth as butter. Laced with whatever booze or drugs he had consumed before coming to see you. He stalks around your body, letting his fingers run over your exposed skin, and it sends a sharp chill up your spine.
Alarms going off in your head, because the way they were staring at you like they were ready to devour you. And you like it. “Where’s your phone, sweetheart?” Mickey holds out his hand, and you give him an odd look. “We know you like documenting everything, but you shouldn’t document this. It’s private.”
“Oh. Okay, that seems fair,” when you hand him your phone, and Clark moves to stand in front of you quickly. His wide stature blocking you from seeing anything behind him. “So…why…why did…it’s hot in here,” you take a deep breath. It wasn’t hot it is stifling.
“I think it’s just you,” Lloyd whispers as his mouth closes in on your neck. He pushes his crotch into your backside, and you whimper, feeling the growing bulge. “What’s wrong? You can do your research on us, but we can’t on you?”
“Wh-wh-what?” Your words hiccup out while Mickey makes his return to your side. “What’re you…oh god,” you moan. Someone or some people had their hands cupping your covered pussy.
“God’s no longer here. We’re your gods. And we’re going to make sure you have the night to remember. Isn’t that what your filthy little mind thought up?” All three of them stop their ministrations. Crowding you, and making it impossible to move away from them. Eyeing you up, and needing you to confess.
“Clark?” Mickey whispers on your neck, and Clark pulls up his phone, clearing his throat.
“I lose all self control as Lloyd fucks deep into my cunt, while Clark owns my ass. Pounding me into next year, and Mickey fucks into my throat so hard, I know I died and gone to hell. There was no place for this amount of sin in heaven,” Clark speaks softly. Moving closer to you before his mouth hovers right over yours.
“Where…where did you get that?” Standing behind you, Lloyd pops open your pants. Sliding a hand down your front, letting his fingers slide through your slick. Palming over your clit when he enters two fingers. It is happening so fast, and you can’t catch your breath, but fuck this felt better than you could have ever imagined.
“One of your little followers informed someone, who knows someone, and it doesn’t matter. You wanted us to fuck you, and you proudly state it to the world that you are nothing but wet holes for us, we thought we’d be generous, and make you nothing but our filthy slutty soaking wet holes. A sweet whore for our enjoyment. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You whimper as Lloyd starts stretching you out with three fingers.
Your body starts to grind down on him as the other two touch and kiss over your body. Hands start ripping off articles of clothing, because who needs to take them off like a normal person? Letting your tits free and both Clark and Mickey attach their mouths to them.
Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you sink down into an unexplainable high. “There you go, honey. Three mouths, three dicks, and six hands that are going to destroy you. Give you some inspiration for your next smutty fantasy. See if you can describe the sounds we make, okay?”
The two men sucking on your tits pull off with a loud pop. Your nipples pebbled and swollen ache to have them back on your body, but they are just getting started. Lloyd looks over to some stand in the corner, giving it a wink, and brings your body in front of theirs.
Clark grabs your jaw, turning you to meet his mouth with a deep kiss. His tongue sliding past your lips, while Lloyd slaps at your tits. Grabbing them in both his meaty hands, he gives them a jiggle before holding tight to your waist.
Mickey lifts up your legs, and spreads you out wide, “Look at what a tight little pussy this is. Are you ready for us to make your dreams come true?” Mumbling out a yes over Clark’s tongue, Mickey walks in between your thighs. Letting Lloyd hold you up, and without warning his thick dick crashes into your warmth, and you pull away from Clark watching him stab into you. Relentless and hard, making you see stars.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but Lloyd grabs hold of your nipples, pinching the nubs hard, “Oh, we’re just getting started. You’ll wanna stay away for the grand finale. What are you?”
Distracted. You are distracted and in a trance at Mickey cramming himself into you. Lost in watching your body stretch to accommodate him, every inch of him disappearing in the depths of your pussy.
“What are you?” Lloyd shouts, and Clark smacks you across the face. “What are you?”
“I’m…” what are you? You didn’t know what answer he was looking for. It is hard to concentrate on how freeing this felt.
“Are you our whore?” Clark circles his hand around your throat, and your mouth falls open. So much pleasure. Too much some might say, but if you die from cock, you’ll take it. Lloyd spits down into your open mouth, and you swallow it like it was the best thing you had ever tasted.
“Yeah, she’s our whore. Look at how well she’s taking Mickey’s cock. She didn’t even need to get used to the stretch, she just took it so well. But let’s hear that whore mouth say it. Tell me. What are you?” He asks again, and you whine as pleasure starts building in your tummy. Mickey is hitting all the right spots, and you can hardly focus, much less think.
“What the fuck are you?” Lloyd gives your nipples another hard squeeze, and Clark’s hold on your neck gets tighter right as Mickey races to the finish line. Letting your walls clench down tight around him.
“I’m your whore! I’m your fucking whore! Oh my fuuuuckk!” Mickey pulls out of you and holds your legs spread open. Slapping at your clit over and over again. You squirm. You try to bring your legs together as the gateway to hell gets ever closer.
Strings of your arousal pull off him, but he keeps slapping until your pleasure is squirting out on his face, and Lloyd places you on the floor. Face down, ass up when he squats behind you, gripping your hips so tight, you know you’re going to bruise. He starts railing into you. “You didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt? You like being used?”
“Uh huh,” your voice is already sounding a bit hoarse, but you didn’t want him to stop. You still needed to feel Clark. You need his girth in your body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” the only word you could get out, and you didn’t want to know anything more. This was the perfect definition of what you wanted, and how you wanted it.
It had become tiring to be this perfect influencer, so to have three men use you, telling you what you need, is setting your world on fire, and it was the best feeling. “Yes! Yes!”
“You’re enjoying this, huh? Look at this sloppy little cunt. Got you creaming all over my cock. You going to let us each come in this pussy? Watch as we leak out of that abused hole? Or do you want each hole filled with cum? Be our little cumdump.”
“Yes. Yes! Yes, I do! Fuck me! Fuck your whore. Fucking…ahh!” Your fingers dig into the floor, trying to find something to ground yourself as more pleasure builds up. “Lloyd, I’m going to…” it happens all so fast and your legs start to tremble from pleasure. “I’m coming. Fuck, yes. Fuck!”
He picks you up by your waist, and starts lowering you over Clark. Having your back up against his chest on the coach, and Clark’s meaty hands hold onto you. Guiding you lower over his thick engorged cock, and you cry. Tears brim your waterline, but you persevere not stopping until your cunt swallows him whole, and Lloyd and Mickey point chuckling at how you are struggling to take him.
“Next place it’s going is your ass,” you whimper, and he starts bouncing you over him. Squatting over him, and hands on your chest when Mickey brings a phone right up to your cunt being stuffed full of Clark Kent. “Are you smiling for the camera?”
Answering only by the most pleasure filled mewls. He slams you harder over him, and you scream out nonsensical words. Unable to think of anything. “Mickey, let Lloyd hold the camera and let’s see if this pussy can take more.”
“You’re getting a lot of hearts, sweetheart,” Lloyd mumbles as he takes the phone from Mickey. Placing it right at your entrance as his band mate tries to stuff you more.
“No. No, it won’t fit. Ahh!”
“Shh,” Mickey coos down at you. “You wrote it. Let’s try.”
“Please, please!” You look at where the three of you are trying to connect and scream. You doubted your body's ability to take all that. Did they have to have such large cocks?
“Shh,” Clark is the one in your ear. Stilling his motions as he kisses softly over your neck. “We’ll make it fit. Go on, Mickey. She’s the little whore that wanted us in all kinds of ways. Fulfill her fantasies.”
Mickey gives a hard push, and tears spring to your eyes as he fills your cunt with another cock. It hurt so good. The fullness in your heated cunt with both of them in there was soothing. It felt right. “I’m about to bust a nut,” Mickey exhales. “My…fuckfuckfuck. It’s so tight. It’s fucking tight. Fuck. Fuck. Lloyd, you won’t fit in there this time.”
“What?” You sob, looking in between the two of them, trying to find Lloyd who was being the camera man.
“We’re going to make you watch this video later,” Lloyd threatens, keeping the camera right on your throbbing pussy.
“No! That was fiction!”
“You admitted you did the research. You watched some disgusting porn about a girl getting her pussy stuffed with three cocks. You said it would be bliss to have the band as one with you,” Lloyd’s mouth turns up into an evil smirk as he moves the camera to your face.
“Her’s a little scared pussy cat. Come on, Sugar Tits, you said you were our whore. All your fans would love to know that you can take every cock.”
“I have three holes! Fuck me, raw, just not all in my pussy.”
“Tonight,” Lloyd adds in.
“Yeah, tonight. Ahh!” You hiss through your teeth as Mickey pulls out of you. Clark lifts you up, and moves his giant dick to your ass, and you bite down as a new sensation of pleasurable pain ripples through your body. Your ass had never been stretched out so wide. It happened so quickly, you couldn’t even think.
Mickey crawls onto the couch, straddling both you and Clark when he starts slapping you with his dick. “I got to stare at your ass?” Lloyd asks, positioning himself in between your thighs. “Fuck,” groaning as he pushes himself into your warmth, and Mickey does the same.
“Fucking whore!” Clark rumbles behind you. “Look at her taking every single one of us. All three of us, just like the goddamn whore she is. Hollow out those cheeks, Sugar Tits, we’re about to take advantage of your holes.”
You relax, letting the three of them command your body. Using you like their sex toy. Nothing has ever felt like this. You were ruined for life. It was the most glorious and freeing feeling being used for their pleasure. Grunts, growls, biting, slapping, and all on your body.
Deep into your body. Over and over again. Every part of your body ripples and recoils with their motions. “You’ve got two hands, too, Sugar Tits. Maybe next time the other two can join us, hmm? Such a fucking whore.”
“You look pretty with your makeup smearing down your face.”
“Kiss your Instagram, goodbye. I doubt after tonight you’ll have one,” they say words, but you can’t hear them. All you can do is feel. Every hard thrust into you takes you even further away from life. And closer to whatever hell they were living in.
Moaning out in pleasure until the four of you are just a sea of sin. Just when you think you can’t take anymore Mickey pinches your tits, Clark holds on to your neck, and Lloyd makes tight circles on your clit. Had it not been for Mickey jackhammering into your throat, they would hear what they were doing to you.
“Come!” Lloyd shouts, and cum from all three of them spurt deep into your channels, and you sigh as Mickey pulls out of your mouth, and stuffing his leaking cum back into your mouth.
Dumb on cock and pleasure. It is blissful. Your eyes start to close as Mickey brings someone’s phone back over to you. Holding it over your pussy as Lloyd pulls himself out. “You see what we did to her? Got her gaping, and leaking of cum. And look at this,” he brings the camera back to your face, and gives you a little slap.
You look at him with a dopey smile, and a whimper. “She’s good and dumb guys. Say bye to your favorite influencer. She’s our whore now. You heard it yourselves. I hope you enjoyed the show. Oh, you want to see her ass. Go on, big guy, they want to see your ‘seed’ leak out of her ass.”
“Mmm,” you whine as Clark pulls you off him. Showing your ass to the phone, but you're slowly falling asleep. It was amazing. You’re glad no one saw you.
“Yeah. It’s a pretty sight, seeing all those sloppy holes. Well. We’re signing off now. Goodnight,” Mickey ends the live feed on your instagram, ignoring all the calls, texts, and everything else that was popping up on your feed.
His finger moves around quickly as Lloyd and Clark tend to your exhausted body.
Deactivate.
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Bunny Ears (Part 5) ~William Afton X F! Reader~
~Hello, hello hello! I hope you're all enjoying this little more fluffy story so far. Some of your tags kill me when I see reblogs and I appreciate them so much! Also I am so sorry that this one is exceptionally long!~
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Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine (more to be added). Faz-Fuck TM
True to William Afton's word, you were placed on office duty for at least a week before you could return to normal work. Henry had even drive you to the local pharmacy after work and loaded your bike up onto the back of his car, buying you a soft wrist compress and some painkillers despite your protests and insisting that you would be being driven to and from work by either him or William for the duration of your 'light duties'. There were no ifs or buts allowed from either of them, Henry once caught you trying to walk to work and you had spent an hour in his office listening to him lecture you on why it was such a bad idea. You could have sworn that he nearly cried several times during it.
You had decided to try your luck walking in again today, knowing that the pair would be looking for your Freddy's uniform and your bike, you decided to place a thin jacket over the top to mask it, hair tied up and a hoodie beneath the jacket, hood pulled up as if you weren't sweating in the heat. Twirling your wrist back and forth as you tried to avoid it locking up with the compressive bandage on, you were lost in your own thoughts as you walked. It was sufficiently early in the morning that you were sure that neither of them would spot you even if they happened to be driving out.
Suddenly you heard a voice calling your name, and of course like a fool you stopped and turned your head. Spotting a car that you hadn't heard cruise up besides you and come to stop, blinking as you took in the black colour muscle car that you probably didn't know much about if your life depended on it before your eyes fell onto the owner who had climbed out of the door. Paling as you watched William Afton lean against the door with his arms crossed across his chest.
"M-Mr. Afton, you look...nice..this morning." You complimented, which he truly did, although it wasn't his usual colours that he wore to work. Still wearing his black slacks, he wore a Spring Bonnie shade of yellow shirt, the sleeves rolled up and a purple tie on. Pushing his glasses up his nose, he scowled although you could see some amusement in his eyes.
"That shit works on Henry, not me. So, it's a little early for a walk isn't it?" He almost growled your name at the end, making you feel slightly weak at the knees and your stomach sink as you began to realise how much trouble you were about to be in with the taller, older man. Opening your mouth as if to speak before he raised a large hand, finger up to shush you.
"Get in the fucking car, don't make me chase you cause I will assure you, you will get your cardio for the month in if that's the case." Staring into your soul, scuffing your shoes on the pavement as you reluctantly moved to the passenger side, William turned to watch you, your fingers on the door handle before you looked back at him, offering him a sheepish smile.
"Don't you mean get in the faz-fucking car, sir?" You could see his lips quirk at the corners and the joke clearly hit somewhere to make him amused, but he remained otherwise serious as he began to stride round to your side, brushing against your back as he opened the door for you and gestured for you to get in.
"No, I mean get in the fucking car young lady, I'm already thinking on how to punish you for making me do this shit." The thought of him punishing you made you shiver and blush, realising that you imagined his large calloused hands on you for a brief moment and feeling incredibly embarrassed. Not that you hadn't been thinking about the glimpse of him shirtless that you had gotten a few days before.
He climbed into his side with a practised ease, cracking his neck slightly and sighing as he put the car into gear, pulling off and heading towards Freddy's. You sunk into your seat as you heard him mutter to himself.
"Henry is not going to let me live this one down." Sounding slightly bitter about it, you raised and eyebrow and looked at him quizzically.
"What is Mr. Emily not going to let you live down?"
"He... I told him you were probably going to try some shit like this this morning, and he told me to lighten up, that you wouldn't after the lecture he gave you about being safe." He groaned, one hand on his thigh and the other on the steering wheel as his eyes darted about the roads, purposely avoiding yours. "He's going to call it my fucking 'dad sense' or some shit and call me old."
"Well sir, you are like...five years older than me?" You guessed, being a bit generous to try and win him over a bit more, causing the man to snort and look at you, pointing at his greying temples with his free hand.
"Does this look like five years to you? If so, wow your future is looking bleak. More like ten and even that is depressing enough." William sighed, running a hand through his hair and concentrating on the roads again. Cranking up the radio so that the rest of your drive would be in silence.
Arriving at Freddy's, William got out first and opened your door for you, hovering a few steps behind as he escorted you into the building where it seemed eerily quiet. You were there a lot earlier than usual and most of the staff hadn't arrived yet for morning duties. But walking through the empty halls with William, you didn't feel unsafe or uneasy doing so. Though you felt your stomach twisting into knots as you approached the offices together, knowing that Henry would be disappointed in you before you even saw his face, you tried to remain positive that whatever the two of them could come up with for the day couldn't be that bad.
"Morning Mr. Emily." You chirped, making the man sat at his desk smile as William unlocked his office behind you. Watching him run a hand through his curly hair and leaning back, eyes bright as always despite the early start.
"Morning miss..." Your name trailed off as he looked at you, suddenly squinting before his eyes widened, conflicted between a frown and a smile as he looked between you and William.
"Don't say it Henry." William warned, not needing to turn around to know what was about to be said by his business partner. Although you watched Henry almost bouncing excitedly at his desk.
"You totally used your dad sense! God you're so old William." He teased, making the taller man sigh and tip his head back in frustration.
"Henry, you're older than me." He retorted, opening his office door finally and stepping inside, flicking on the lights and scowling slightly as he rubbed at his face, disturbing his glasses and messing with his hair again before he ran his fingers through it and fixed it again.
"So, you're still a dad!" Making William sigh in annoyance as he looked at you, almost pleading for the happiness of his friend to dispel for just one moment to give him peace. Raising an eyebrow and gesturing to you to step into his office, your name sounding too pretty from him as he spoke again.
"You can spend the day with me sweetheart, I figure being bored to death by the more technical side of this job might be a better punishment than a lecture." Afton shrugged, making you look between the excitedly bouncing Henry and the calmer of the pair, and quietly choosing to be in for a chance of peace rather than seeing Henry tear up again as he lectured you again like you were his daughter.
"See you later Mr. Emily." You smiled, waving to him and stepping into William's office and hearing the door close behind you, William stepping around you with his fingers brushing your back to let you know where he was whilst he moved.
Compared to the explosion of children's drawings, family photos and colour that made up Henry Emily's office, William Afton's was much more organised in its own chaotic fashion. The main wall had a large pin board hung up on it, with neatly organised and spaced mechanical and electric diagrams for various animatronics and projects pinned up on seemingly colour coded pins that only he knew the order of. Two photo frames hung up too, one with William and a young blonde girl in a tiny turtleneck and cardigan, holding a toy Spring-Bonnie, the edge of the photo clearly cut as a mystery hand floated on the girl's shoulder, opposite to William. The other was a slightly younger Afton and Henry, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders and each holding the head of their animatronic suit under their arms, you could vaguely make out a building that said 'Fredbear's Family Diner' in the background.
The rest was fairly standard, except for the pile of animatronic parts and tools that laid scattered amongst the paperwork on his desk, all dark colours, including curiously a couch that was pushed up against one wall. The leather cracked and worn, a pillow set up on one of the arms and a faded blanket folded neatly over the back.
'Does he sleep in his office?' You thought as you looked at it, brow furrowing before you took a seat opposite Afton, trying to see what he was up to even if you didn't understand.
"So, you're a dad Mr. Afton?" You asked, breaking the silence and hearing a 'hmm' coming from the man before he looked up, brow furrowed in concentration and clearly having not heard your question. You gestured to the picture on the wall with the girl, smiling softly as you looked between it and him.
"Oh, yes! That's my little girl, Vanessa." He said, a bit of pride creeping into his voice as you noticed his left thumb moving against his ring finger, a lump forming in your throat as you noticed the glint of a gold wedding band on the finger. Of course he was married, what woman wouldn't want to marry somebody like him? Business owner, good looking, good with kids.
"She looks adorable." You commented, tearing your eyes away from his hand back to the picture, trying to spot which of his features she might have inherited.
"Yeah, probably haven't been the best dad to her but I try." Glancing back down at his paperwork and clearing his throat, he wondered why he opened up to you so easily. But he supposed he knew somewhat where he stood with you, you were easily flustered by him but you had genuine care about him and Henry it seemed. His thumb continued to twirl the ring on his finger absently, eyes unfocused as he wondered if he should mention his soon-to-be-ex wife to you, but decided against it.
William looked up at you again and offered a warm smile, adjusting his glasses on his nose before running a large hand through his hair again. Something he often did when he was somewhat nervous, although he wasn't entirely sure why he felt that way around you. Taking a moment when you looked away from him again to admire the way your eyes looked, their rich vibrant colour, the way your eyelashes fluttered as you breathed slowly and deeply. He swore at himself internally as he swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he realised what he was thinking about you.
"Oh, before I forget, I collected these for you to look through." He chuckled, snapping him and you out of the reverie each of you had fallen into, opening a desk drawer and pulling out a stack of papers, some crinkled around the edges and messy, making you raise an eyebrow as you gingerly took them, pausing as you saw your name written in childish crayon on the top one.
Your fingers brushed the crayon markings like they were some ancient script that you had to be careful with. Flicking onto the next one, and the one after, your heart melted as you spotted a pattern to them.
'The day --- saved Spring Bonnie'
'--- Helping Spring Bonnie!'
'--- and Spring Bonnie'
The childish spellings and writing made your name incredibly hard to read on most of them, but you felt your eyes welling up as you carefully leafed through each sheet of paper and spent time looking at childish drawings of you and Spring Bonnie holding hands, or trying to help him up. There weren't many in the pile, but enough to make your lip quiver and your eyes feel hot and prickle with tears.
"I've got some too, children keep giving them to Henry or me and asking if we know Spring Bonnie or you and can we 'please give them to them?'. I thought you might like to know that you and Spring Bonnie are officially considered the best of friends by the kids." He smiled warmly as he noticed how you stared at the drawings with such emotion. William felt his fingers twitching as he wanted to reach out and comfort you, but he remained professional as he didn't know how you would feel about that.
"Thank you sir, this is-"
"William, you can call me William when we're alone." He interrupted, smiling lopsidedly as you glanced up at him, your cheeks burning up slightly as he gave you that sweet, warm smile that made the edges of his eyes crinkle slightly and of course, the idea that you could address him so informally made the butterflies reappear in your stomach.
"Then thank you, William, may I keep one?" You asked, taking care to say his name rather than addressing him as your boss. His smile grew a little as he heard you saying his name for the first time, his own chest tightening at the sound and he nodded his head, gesturing to the stack in your hands.
"Please, take as many as you want sweetheart. I'll grab us some coffee whilst we work."
Standing from his desk, he towered over you, his hand hovering near to your still lightly bruised shoulder before he thought better of it, heading for the door and turning the handle, pulling it so that it would open.
But it didn't.
Trying again, the door rattled and shook, but refused to budge. Frowning, William braced himself with his other hand against the frame and yanked, worried about breaking the door but no matter what he tried to do it to it, it wasn't budging. Eyes widening as he realised that you were trapped together, pressing his ear to the door and listening hard, he could faintly hear the sounds of the pizzeria filling with screaming kids and music already.
"Well....Fuck." He sighed.
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Both of you had tried the door for twenty minutes before William picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear, dialling quickly and hearing the thing ring a few times before a familiar voice answered him in it's usual cheery tone.
"'Yello?"
"Henry! Thank fuck, me and -"
"William, what have we said about swearing on property?" Henry chuckled as he stood in the end of the employee hallway, listening to the phone call and making sure to keep quiet enough so that William wouldn't suspect where he was, glancing out into the dining room.
"Faz-fuck that, you stupid bonnie-bitch! Me and," he said your name in the angriest tone you had ever heard on him, and even though you knew it wasn't directed at you, it made your stomach turn and body shake with anxiety at what was about to happen. "are trapped in my office, the door's stuck! Come fucking help us, or I swear to god Emily, I will force you into one of the working animatronics."
Henry couldn't help but grin at William's threats, knowing that he was really pissed if he was calling him by his last name, but Henry also knew that nothing was really meant by it. Looking out into the hall, he could see everything was running smoothly and that the staff were handling it all well despite being one down for the day.
"I'll be right there Afton, I'm just sorting something out and I'll be there in a moment." Feigning concern as he hung up on the larger man, straightening his tie and clipping his phone to his belt, turning it off so it wouldn't ring again as he headed back out into the diner, greeting parents and kids with vigour as he went.
William slammed the phone down and groaned, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face with his hands, elbows on his desk as you tried not to panic at the idea of being trapped in such a small space for potnetially the rest of the day. Your leg bouncing and heel tapping the floor as you brought your fingers to your mouth, ready to bite at your nails as you avoided looking at the handsome man opposite you. Seeing him with his hair messed up made you want to run your fingers through it and return it to normal for him, but you knew he was a married man and that you couldn't do such a thing to him.
"Good job we have a bathroom and a mini-fridge in here." He laughed, somewhat bitterly as he knew Henry would find some distraction that meant he wasn't going to be there as soon as they both wanted.
You felt your eyes prickling again, and your hands trembled as you realised that you were stuck. Sniffling lightly and trying to hide your concern and fear from William as you sat in the uncomfortable chair opposite him. The large man noticed however and he looked up, frowning as he heard the sound and feeling his heart melting as he noticed you trying not to cry infront of him. Standing up, he made his way around his desk and crouched infront of you, wincing slightly as his knees popped lightly at the movement but turning your chair so that you could see him and he could see your bowed head properly.
"Hey hey! Sweetheart, bunny, why are you crying? Is being in the same room as me for a while really that awful?" He teased slightly, trying to get you to smile, you choked out a laugh as you wiped at your eyes, trying to get them to stop watering.
"N-No, it's your terrible sense of humour I'm worried about." You giggled, trying to be funny and seeing William chuckle at your attempt. He looked strange without his glasses, but decidedly still very handsome as he grinned up at you before pretending to be hurt, placing his hand over his heart and making a shocked mock expression.
"Well, I promise not to ask for your ID whilst we're together if that makes you feel better?" Making you laugh more and nod, he felt his heart hammering as he realised how vulnerable you looked, how fragile and breakable compared to himself and it made him ache to comfort you even more.
"Can I touch you sweetheart?" He asked, hands hovering as he waited before you nodded slowly, wondering what he was going to do. Carefully, he placed his hands on your ribs under your arms, picking you up as he stood and your arms instinctually wrapping around his neck, legs hanging over his hips as he carried you. It was only a few paces to the couch in the corner, but those moments together set your heart into overtime and you couldn't help but get a smell of his cologne. Something earthy and spicy, and the faint scent of motor oil and sweat like it was engrained into his skin.
Almost whimpering as he had placed you down on the couch, grabbing the blanket from off of the back of the couch and wrapping it around your shoulders gently. Wandering off and dragging over an old TV on a wheeled stand, placing a tape into the VCR player and wandering off again, bringing back two sodas as the screen flickered to life and quietly began playing a cartoon of Freddy and friends, happy bouncy music clearly made for kids in the background.
Sitting besides you, Afton offered you a soda and helped crack it open for you, making you mumble thanks as you sipped at it, the high sugar soothing your nerves although it didn't stop your mind thinking about how his large hands hand felt against you.
"I figured we might as well watch something whilst we wait, things like this used to help me when I had panic attacks." He explained in a low soft voice, making you look up at him curiously, not sure you could see the giant man who was always so refined and poised with most people having panic attacks. But he grabbed the pillow and laid it across his lap, avoiding your eyes as you swore you saw a little blush on his cheeks in the flickering colourful lights. "You can lay down if you want, you can still say no, I'm not acting as your boss at the moment." Giving you a reassuring smile before he turned back to the screen.
Both of you playing the waiting game and thinking of the other without a word more between you.
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Henry finally managed to pry the door open, the pizzeria finally closed down and allowing him to escape back to the offices. The noise startling William awake slightly, although the weight on his lap made sure he didn't move too much. Henry grinned widely as he saw the scene before him, your head on Afton's lap and William's fingers tangled into your hair as if he had fallen asleep soothing you. He couldn't remember when he'd started it, or even when you had fallen asleep, but groggily he looked up and spotted Henry looking at the pair of you, grinning like a fool as William tried to quickly and efficiently extract himself from you without disturbing your peaceful sleep.
"So, I think you've certainly become more people oriented recently William." Henry teased as the man grabbed his glasses and rubbed at his face, hair messy and eyes still puffy with sleep.
"Shut the fuck up Henry, one word of this and I'll end you." He hissed, making Henry throw up his hands in mock surrender. Still grinning madly as William turned to look at you again, hoping that Henry didn't see the soft smile that crossed his face before he padded over to wake you up and let Henry take you home.
He didn't trust himself not to do something stupid if he was left alone with you. Something stupid like develop feelings.
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First/Second Date Jitters | WDoE Epilogue 1
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC
Summary: As Wednesday promises, she re-plans the date the two of you missed. She's meticulous in planning every aspect because if you don't show up this time for whatever reason, she might chain you to her for the rest of your life.
Warnings: Fluff. Enid, playing bodyguard. Wednesday, is overbearing. Scream crossover? Text message posts.
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"This is really unnecessary."
"Don't move," Enid stops painting your nails for half a second to give you a look before resuming. "And don't blame me. Wednesday's the one who's all paranoid about leaving you alone."
You give a nervous chuckle.
You've only started returning to class recently after reviewing all the notes Wednesday took for you. You were lucky enough to be either given an extension on assignments you missed or given a pass since you were a stellar student.
Things are slowly returning back to normal. There had been plenty of gossip about Henry's expulsion. Of course, given his family's status, bail was posted, which his father immediately paid so his son could be locked in his own home. There won't be a trial as Weems was very firm about what would happen if Morrison Sr didn't work to take a plea bargain.
It was only two weeks in that Wednesday declared you were to meet her this Saturday at 7PM sharp, and if you were even half a second late...there would be consequences. You smiled at Wednesday, kissing her cheek at the time, thinking her antics were cute.
But unfortunately, with Saturday here, you find yourself unable to have a moment alone. Enid has been with you all morning, not letting you out of her sight for even a second. Not even when you went to the washroom.
"Are you sure you don't have anything better to do? I thought you were also supposed to be having a date with Ajax today. I'm just going to hang out here," you offer Enid. It's rare to see her without Yoko or Ajax.
Enid sighs. "No, it's fine. Ajax's been busy lately." Enid gives you a look, a quirk on her brow. "And you hanging out alone was why you got fairy-napped last time. Wednesday will erase my existence from this universe if I leave you alone here, even if it's in our room."
You can hear the forlorn dejection in Enid's sigh, and you look at her curiously. "Are things not going well with Ajax? I thought things were going well just a few weeks ago."
Enid scrunches her nose, seemingly trying to focus on painting your pinky nail. It's silent initially as the normally exuberant werewolf gathers her thoughts.
"It's not..." Enid sighs with mild frustration, letting out a puff of breath. "It's not that it's not going well. It just feels like we're...drifting. Ajax has his friend group and after-school activities, and so do I. All we seem to do when we hang out is make out, which, don't get me wrong, was awesome at first. But now..." Enid's voice drifts at the end.
"It's not enough?" You offer, and Enid reluctantly nods.
"Why don't you ask him on a date?" You suggest curiously. Enid was so outgoing; you couldn't imagine her not asking someone out if she wanted to.
Enid purses her lips. "Well, the thing is...I feel like I was the first to tell him I was interested and basically hinted he needed to ask me out on a date. I just want him to, like, take the initiative for once."
"I see," you hum, mulling over the blonde's answer. "Then, will you break up?"
"You ask really hard questions," Enid groans, gently setting your hand down now that she's finished painting your nails.
You study them, admiring the black nail polish with a white accent on your ring fingers. On the white nail, Enid had drawn nail art of wings in black. It was simple, yet you found yourself feeling joyful.
"Thanks, Enid," you smile at her, and Enid beams at you back.
"To answer your question," Enid puts away the nail polish and adjusts herself to sit more comfortably while you're careful not to smudge your nails. "No, I'm not going to break up with him. I just...I guess I'll need to talk to him first."
"Very wise."
Enid pinches your sides, which causes you to yelp in surprise. "Alright, miss bliss, I get you're on cloud nine with your relationship." She gives you a warning look. "Don't tell Wednesday."
"You don't want your boyfriend to become roadkill?"
"Where would Wednesday get a car?"
"I'm sure my girlfriend will be the first person to use a Poe Cup boat to turn someone into roadkill."
Enid gags a little, dramatically throwing herself back onto her bed. "I think I'd rather her just nailgun his heart..."
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Wednesday stares at the space before her in deep, analytical thought. She plans to recreate what she's done the evening the date was originally supposed to happen had you not been taken.
Only this time, Wednesday was planning to have the date in your room instead of hers and Enid's. There was a particular appeal about having the space and time alone with you, uninterrupted by the possibility of Enid returning to their shared room early for whatever reason.
Wednesday has noticed that her roommate spends less time with her boyfriend. But since she had no desire to get into that conversation about Enid's feelings unless there was a reason to murder, Wednesday wasn't going to bring it up.
Wednesday feels a tap on her ankle, and she looks down to see Thing pointing at the small gap between the end of your bed and the wall.
"Good idea, Thing," Wednesday praises as she lifts the screen projector and angles it so that it will fit between the spaces.
Your wings were still healing, and Wednesday considered the fact that having the space for you to lie around with your wings out would be beneficial.
Honestly, it would've been better to utilize your studio space, but you've been weirdly insistent about being holed up in your room as of late. A part of Wednesday wonders if it's because you're reluctant to return to your space that no longer feels safe.
The thought of it has Wednesday gripping the pole of the projector tightly, wishing she had done more than gouge out Henry's eyes. She should've taken out his tongue and his thumbs as well. Wednesday feels regretful.
"Thing, did you get the lights?"
Thing scuddles to the corner of the room before he starts dragging out a plastic bag.
"And where did you get it?"
There are some hand gestures, and Wednesday scoffs. "Of course, Xavier would have them. Grab the tape and we'll start hanging these up."
While Thing is busy, Wednesday mulls over what's been nagging at her for the past half hour.
It's not that Wednesday feels fear. No, fear is irrational, and it was definitely irrational to dread not knowing your whereabouts when she knew Enid was with you.
Still, Wednesday pulls the phone out of her pocket, glaring at the stupid device. She sees that she has multiple texts from Eugene and Xavier that she ignores before she shoots you a text.
Immediately, there's a buzz from under your pillow.
Wednesday promptly walks over and sticks her hand under your pillow, swiping until she hits something solid. When she retracts her hand, she finds your phone in it. Her eye momentarily twitches as she lets out a deep, annoyed sigh from her nose.
Wednesday shoots another text from her phone, and the reply is prompt.
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"OMG, I can't wait for you two to get on with your date," Enid groans, tossing her phone further down the bed.
You turn your attention away from Enid's laptop screen. Enid says that if Wednesday was culturing you on murder-y films and documentaries, she would catch you up on pop culture. Hence, you were currently watching Mean Girls with a deep interest.
"What's wrong?" You ask Enid, eyeing her phone that seemed to buzz every fifteen minutes for the last hour.
"What's wrong is that your girlfriend is psychotically paranoid that I can't keep you safe and you've forgotten your own phone back in your own room!" Enid grabs a pillow and smushes it against her face. "This is why having a phone is important! But I almost want to kill Xavier for getting Wednesday one. Only she would be able to find a way to torture me with my beloved technology."
You give Enid an amused look, reaching to grab her phone. You swipe at the notification, but the passcode screen comes up.
"1031, it's when Yoko and I became friends," Enid's answer was muffled by her pillow.
You merely raise your brow at the information but enter the passcode.
The text you see...baffle you.
You can't help but slightly laugh while Enid glares at you, tossing a pillow at you but carefully ensuring it isn't too rough.
"Laugh all you want, but I have half a mind to make you late for your date tonight. See how funny you think it is when Wednesday chains you to her for the rest of your life. Think how easy it will be to go to the bathroom in that situation."
You stop laughing.
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6:50PM.
Wednesday carefully checks over her preparations for the last time. The food was hot, the movie marathon was set up, and Wednesday turned on the fairy lights while Thing turned off the ceiling light.
Wednesday opens your window slightly, knowing you like a light breeze before she lit the candles she placed around your room.
The time grows closer, and Wednesday feels antsy as she thrums her fingers against your desk.
Wednesday has to refrain from texting Enid again. She admits she enjoyed torturing Enid with her timely texts, but eventually, her roommate put her foot down and told Wednesday she would text if there were any issues and then stopped replying.
This was why phones were so unreliable.
"Thing—" Wednesday starts to say, but the disembodied hand is already scuttling off to go grab you. She sighs and relents that she was just ensuring you would arrive in a timely manner—a minute earlier even.
Wednesday waits near the door with her arms crossed over her chest. Minutes pass, but soon, she can hear multiple footsteps. She hears your soft and melodic voice, and the tension in her shoulders seeps out.
How annoying.
But when your face is the first thing Wednesday sees at the door, she feels like she can exhale. It's like the satisfying feeling of executing a well-planned strategy, and it might as well have been to make sure you got here.
"Hi, Wednesday," you greet her with a smile on your lips, clearly happy to see her.
Wednesday nods, but then Enid's face pops up in front of yours, grinning all wide and excited.
"O-M-G!" Enid squeals. "I still can't believe you planned all this even though it's the second time I'm seeing this. I'm so proud of you, Wednesday!"
"Thanks," Wednesday deadpans. "Now, leave."
Enid scrunches her nose at her roommate, making a disapproving click of her tongue. "You're welcome for playing watchdog today, BTW. You owe me, Addams."
"And I'm sure you will come to collect, but not today," Wednesday grabs your wrist and pulls you into the room. "Bye." Wednesday shuts the door.
You adjust Wednesday's grip on your wrist, letting your fingers trail along the inside of hers before they fall together like puzzle pieces, slotting together perfectly.
Wednesday turns to look at you, her face blank, but the way her long lashes kiss her eyelids as she blinks enthralls you. The way her eyes trail your form, taking in every last bit, makes you smile.
"I made it in one piece, see?"
"Debatable."
You chuckle, looking around your room, feeling something settle inside you at the obvious amount of effort Wednesday put in.
Turning back to your girlfriend, you notice that Wednesday seems tense, and you realize she's waiting for you to say something. You squeeze her hand.
You lean close to her, biting your bottom lip at the way Wednesday tilts her face toward you.
"You're so dreadful," you mutter, wanting to compliment her in a way she would find flattering, and you think you saw the corner of Wednesday's lip twitch upward.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Wednesday raises her brow at you.
"Oh, I don't know," you smirk. "No harm in trying."
You're just about to kiss her when you see something from the corner of your eye. You smelled it when you walked into the room, and it smelled delicious, but you had been distracted.
But now...
You stand straighter to look. "Is that a makeshift stove on my desk?"
"We will be having sea witch paella."
You smile but then notice something missing from your desk. You turn to Wednesday with a raised brow.
"And why did you use my picture with Bianca as kindling?"
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"I'm surprised you went with this movie choice."
Wednesday sighs, partly in revulsion at the screen. You were lying on your stomach in bed, your wings out and Wednesday massaging medicine into it as you went back for seconds on the paella. It's gone late into the night, and the two of you have binged through several movies.
"Xavier was adamant that we watch the movies as the 6th one came out and they'll eventually try to ambush us into a movie night with them."
"I mean, it's kind of fascinating, don't you think?" You tilt your head at the screen just as someone is getting stabbed.
"Fascinating in the sense that it's painful to watch everyone in this franchise be so incompetent," Wednesday counters, but then smiles. "But it's amusing.
You laugh as Wednesday finishes working on your wings and sit up, placing your empty bowl on the coffee table. "Well, I do suppose if we were in Scream—not as supernatural beings, mind you—Ghostface wouldn't stand a chance against you. Unless you were Ghostface, then maybe it'd be a different story."
"Please," Wednesday scoffs. "If this amateur can kill this many people, it'd be dreadfully boring for me."
"Oh?" you grin at her. "So, you'd rather be one of the good guys?"
Wednesday's expression quickly morphs into disgust and disbelief that you'd insult her like that.
You laugh again but shake your head. "I would hope you'd stop Ghostface because I would definitely die."
"You're that pathetic that you'd let some fool kill you?" Wednesday shook her head. "You might as well let me end your misery then."
"I will be honest," you nudge Wednesday's shoulder, moving your arm to loop through hers as you pull her close. "I'm unfortunately nearly useless without my wings and powers, as I've never known otherwise. I can't imagine I'd do well as a normie if someone tried to kill me."
Wednesday is silent, seemingly in deep thought about your words.
You hum. "But maybe I'll be like Tara, which is funny because she kind of looks like you."
"Who?"
You chuckle, nudging your head towards the screen. "The girl that got stabbed in the beginning and is fighting for her life in the hospital right now."
"She's not awful," Wednesday concedes. "Whimpering and feeble, but I suppose she survived."
You were starting to lose interest in the movie, but in all fairness, you've sat through four movies in a row. You begin to lean over Wednesday, hovering over her as you trap her between your bed and arms. Your wings hide her from the world, and despite Wednesday having a neutral expression, you have a glint in your eye at the way she has her hands on your waist.
"Well, quite honestly, I'm not that worried. Ghostface should be smart enough to not mess with Wednesday Addams' girlfriend. What do you think?" You grin at her, and Wednesday looks annoyed that you seem to be gloating but also is begrudgingly in agreement.
Wednesday rolls her eyes before she slides one hand behind your neck and pulls you closer until your lips just brush over hers. There's the sound of screams and stabbing noises in the background, and Wednesday can't think of anything more romantic to set the mood.
"Correct. I'll kill anyone who even thinks of touching a single hair on your head."
EPILOGUE 2
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The common thread I've seen in a lot of posts about Ted's decision to return to Kansas is the question of whether he's happier there or in Richmond. Here's the thing, though: in my view, Ted's character arc is not about (or not only about) finding a place where he is happy, but rather learning to coexist with discomfort so that he can be present for the people and in the place that matters most to him.
When Ted is sixteen years old, his father commits suicide. His mother doesn't know how to process her grief or help Ted process his, so she pushes all her messy, painful emotions down under a blanket of cheerful optimism and Ted follows suit. He grows into adulthood unable to acknowledge his sadness or anger, which leads to the dissolution of his marriage. (Ted's reaction to Dottie during her visit illustrates how wearing this attitude would be from the other side.) Michelle asks for space, very likely intending for him to move into another house in the same city where he could do an equal share of co-parenting, and instead he moves halfway across the world to coach a sport he knows nothing about.
Ted builds a community in Richmond, because of course he does: he is very, very good at connecting with people. Part of that is because he's determined not to let anyone get by him who might be hurting, as he says, but he's also clearly a naturally sociable person — there is virtually no way he didn't have these kinds of connections in Kansas. While his life in Richmond seems more "real" to us, the audience, because that's the part of his life we see, for Ted, his "real life" has always been in Kansas. He misses Henry, obviously, but he's also intensely homesick: for most of the show, he fails to integrate to a degree that seems almost wilful; he only tells stories about his life in Kansas and the people he knew there; he goes to a terrible American restaurant in Amsterdam and the first thing he thinks of when he sees Van Gogh's Sunflowers is home.
All of which is to say that while Ted creates some deep and hopefully lasting connections in Richmond, it's not where he fundamentally wants to be. He wants to be present for his son; he wants to live in the state where he grew up and which he clearly loves — and that means facing his grief and anger at his father's suicide, and the fact that Henry will one day grow up and leave him, and the reality of his divorce and his ex-wife's new relationship (although I really, really wish they'd chosen literally any other man to be the new boyfriend if they didn't want to address the implications of Michelle dating their former marriage counsellor).
#ted lasso#ted lasso s03e12#rolling up like three weeks late with my take on the ted goes back to kansas discourse#sorry this is so long i've never been succinct a day in my life#kvetch oc
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The King With No Name
8. Do You Trust Me?
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Summary: König - the king of Caldera - has been called upon by your father to choose a bride from his daughters in order to establish an alliance to keep peace over the lands they rule. When he arrives, he is enraptured by you, your father’s eldest child - an unconventional woman by all standards. He pursues your hand in marriage, doing his best to make you fall in love with him like he has fallen in love with you - much to your dismay
Author's Notes: fucking finally. Also this is long sorry. Also, would people be interested in reading a kidnapper!konig fic?
Warnings: Arranged marriage, SMUT, betrayal, pining, ultimate wingmanship
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You wasted away slowly as you sat in König’s castle.
Each day dragged on but the weeks seemed to fly by. You were allowed to do nothing alone - soldiers stood outside your door and on the balcony as you slept, forever vigilant. They remained outside of the bathroom as you bathed, the maids entrusted with your care keeping a watchful eye on you as you washed.
You ate with others watching too, though they did not eat with you. You were no longer allowed into the barracks or onto the training grounds, no longer allowed to leave the castle at all, and the silence warped your dreams into nightmares.
Some of the men who guarded you looked upon you with pity, others neutrality, some kindness. The ones you loathed the most were the ones who stared at you with fear behind their eyes - it was not fear of you, but rather, what your husband would do to them if you were to escape.
You watched out the windows during the day as the world bustled around you, as others lived their lives in normalcy. You coveted any news that reached your ears about the conflict - König was winning, of course, beating back his enemies and pushing them out of his lands. But there was no word of your family - of Sadie, of Lydia, of mother or father or even Henry.
Ferdinand was a common figure in your nightmares.
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König hadn’t shown his face back at his castle, but he had returned to the city several times. It was Wilhelm who visited you one evening as you sat by the fire, cleaning the bow you hadn’t used in what felt like forever.
“My lady,” he called softly as he approached your seat. You didn’t react, not bothering to look up at him.
“My lady, I’d like to speak with you about König,” he attempted cautiously, sitting down across from you with a sigh. You looked up sharply.
“I have no words for my jailer. That is all. Go,” you demanded, looking back down at your bow. Wilhelm sighed quietly.
“What would you do to help your people?” he asked after a moment, fixing his gaze heavily on you.
“More than just sitting here, rotting away in a castle that doesn’t belong to me,” you spat, glaring at Wilhelm.
“I’d like to give you that opportunity if you’d only hear me out,” he said. You sat stock still, not having to think it over for long.
“Then speak.”
“Come away from this castle with me to see König. Lay with him again,” Wilhelm said, his cheeks turning pink. Your mouth fell open.
“You’ve come all this way, lied to me about being able to help my people, and dangled freedom over my head so you could demand that I have sex with König? You’re a bastard and König is worse. I have never lain with him and I never will. Leave me alone!” you snarled, rising from your seat and stalking towards the door.
“Wait! Please, I should have explained myself. König misses you, misses your touch. He hasn’t said it but I can see it in him. He’s more violent, more angry, more impatient. He’s starting to become reckless. I need your help to focus him!” Wilhelm yelled. You picked a book off of a shelf and hurled it at him. He ducked it just in time.
“Fuck off!” you shrieked, snatching your bow from where it lay and storming out of the room and toward your bedroom, your guards following close behind.
—
That night was hot, and after returning from your bath, you noticed that your maids had not built a fire in your fireplace. Once the bustle around you had settled and you had been confined to your bed, the guards had left to stand watch around the entrances to your room, leaving you alone.
You blew out the candles one at a time as you did each night, and after waiting some time under the covers, the castle quieted. As the moon rose outside you dressed as quickly and as quietly as you could, tightening the straps on your armor and pulling a hooded cloak on over your clothing to hide yourself.
With your weapons by your side, you stepped into the fireplace, gazing up the chimney and catching sight of the stars above. The climb wouldn’t be far, and judging by the roughness of the stone walls, it wouldn’t be that difficult either.
As you hauled yourself out of the chimney and found your footing on the roof minutes later, you dusted the soot from your cloak and looked around.
There were no guards on the sloped roof so you crept forward, moving as quickly and silently as you could across the tiles and to one of the tall towers near the outward edge of the castle.
As you climbed down the ivy and landed on the ground, the tower door swung open and you nearly ran right into Sheriff Klein. He gasped but you clapped a hand over his mouth, your other hand finding your knife in it’s sheath.
“Shh. It’s me,” you hissed, glancing around. Klein nodded, his eyes wide.
“Stay quiet,” you murmured, pulling your hand from his mouth slowly.
“How did you escape?” he hissed, glancing around and checking to see if you were followed by any guards.
“That’s not important. I need you to get me outside of the walls. You owe me, Klein,” you whispered, pointing at the hitched prison wagon that waited just beyond the shadow of the castle. He sighed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To save my family.”
—
Sheriff Klein stopped the wagon in the trees not far outside of the city and unlocked the back, tugging the iron door open and offering his hand to help you out. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you, sir. I believe we’re even,” you said, pulling back and offering him a smile. He returned it.
“Come back to us when this is all over. I could use a woman resourceful as you helping me keep the city safe,” he said, unhitching one of the horses from the wagon and offering you his reins.
And then you were off, riding bareback with only your bow and the knife on your belt, heading for home.
—
Several days of riding took you through the carnage of war and past burnt-out villages and farms, their survivors hardly sparing you a glance as you headed deeper for the grassy plains of your homeland. As you rode, you passed the thicket where you and König had spent your first nights together, where he had slain the wolf and saved your life.
Soldiers passed you occasionally but none seemed to recognize you as you blurred past them on your horse. As night fell on the day you reached the outskirts of your home, you set up camp, hitching your horse to a tree and building a small fire. You’d hunted a rabbit and ate the leftover meat for dinner and laid out on a bedroll you’d taken from a dead soldier as the fire died out slowly. The woods were quiet when it happened.
König pounced on you from out of the darkness, terrifying your horse and sending it kicking and tugging until the lead broke and it took off like a shot.
You screamed and thrashed as he pinned you to the ground, forcing your arms above your head as he buried his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply. He slotted his hips between your legs, grinding himself against you roughly as he kissed at your collarbone.
“Oh maus, how exhilarating it has been to chase you across my lands. I have missed you,” he groaned.
“Get off of me you fucking psycho!” you screeched, kicking at him and thrashing in his hold. He drew back as if wounded and you scrambled away from him.
“Maus, have you not missed me? I am sorry for what I have done but–”
“But nothing! You kept me caged like some pet bird! Is that all I was to you? A pet? A decoration? Just a pretty thing to distract you and put down when you get bored?” you shouted, drawing your knife from your belt and thrusting it at his throat.
“Oh, liebling, you are my heart, my reason to live,” König said breathily, gazing up at you from his knees. You were struck by the memory of the first time he’d come into your bedroom and your heart thundered at the thought as you pushed the blade forward.
“Go away. I’m going to go save my family because you clearly aren’t capable,” you hissed, tears starting to flow freely down your cheeks.
“Not capable?” König barked out a laugh, looking taken aback. “I have killed hundreds for you, maus. I near your castle each day. My men rip through the enemy with ease. All of this I do for you, for your honor,” he breathed.
“My honor is my own to forge, and you locked me in that dreadful castle!” you shouted, punctuating your words with wild stabs from your blade. He caught it in an armored hand and took it from you with ease, throwing it aside.
“Maus, I must do what I must to keep you safe,” he said, rising to his feet and taking your hands. You looked deep into his eyes.
“Do you trust me?” you asked.
“Of course, maus.”
“Do you want me to love you?” you breathed. He stiffened, his grip tightening.
“Yes.”
“Then trust me, König.”
—
You rode into the war camp on the back of König’s stallion just as proud as the horse was. König trailed behind you on foot, watching with stars in his eyes as you shouted a greeting to his men, a great cheer splitting the night air as they caught sight of you in your battered, road-weary, armored glory.
As you dismounted in front of the largest tent, Wilhelm came to greet you, a smug look on his face. You froze.
“You madman. You planned this, didn’t you? Riled me up at the castle so I’d break from my chains and ride out on my own?” you asked. He raised his hands and laughed, shaking his head.
“I’d like to apologize, my lady, truly. I was doing only what needed to be done. But in all seriousness…have you never lain with König?” You laughed and smacked him in the chest before you hugged him, shaking your head.
“The poor Sheriff must think so oddly of me now,” you chuckled. Wilhelm quirked an eyebrow.
“He wasn’t in on it, my lady. I figured I’d leave the details up to you.”
You passed into the tent to collapse into a proper bed a moment later, the tent flap falling shut behind you. König approached Wilhelm, watching as you disappeared.
“Does she hate me?” he asked, his gaze unfocused as his mind raced.
“Hard to say. I wouldn’t push your luck though.”
—
König came into the tent a little while after you’d settled into bed and sat down on the end of it, working at the straps of his armor. It was quiet.
“I…I am sorry. What I did was not right,” he said after a moment, setting his armor aside and turning to make eye contact with you.
“Thank you for apologizing,” you said softly, rubbing your eyes and yawning.
“I would like to sleep with you, maus. To embrace you. I will not touch you inappropriately. I…I have missed you,” he admitted. You thought it over, biting your lip and sighing.
“I missed you too, König, but I don’t know. You scared me in the woods…” you admitted, curling up into a ball and shivering. He dipped his head respectfully.
“I trust you, maus. I will sleep outside,” he said, rising and heading for the tent flap. Your heart sank slightly and you surprised yourself by calling out.
“Wait. I changed my mind. Sleep here,” you called out as his hand met the canvas. He paused and turned to you, his eyes wide.
“Anything you wish, maus. I…give me one moment.” He stepped further away from the bed, taking his shirt off and letting it rest over the back of a chair before pausing.
With a deep breath, he took his hood off and let it fall. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at you, his eyes brimming with worry and uncertainty. You sat up slowly, silent as you took him in. He was beautiful.
—
The next morning you woke up nestled against König’s chest, his strong arms wrapped protectively around you. You watched him sleep for a time, tracing his facial features with your eyes and his scars with your fingertips.
When he stirred and his eyes cracked open, you encouraged him with a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then he was awake and kissing him back, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you closer to him. He grasped at your hips and pulled you up so that you could straddle his lap. You could feel his erection throbbing against your core and you groaned softly into the kiss. He slid his hands up your shirt slowly, breaking away from your lips and looking at you with wide eyes.
“Maus, I do not want to make love to you for the first time in this place where my men might hear you,” he cooed, squeezing your breasts gently before his hands dropped back to your hips.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m still mad at you,” you murmured teasingly, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled him in for another kiss.
“You are making it difficult to resist you,” he admitted with a laugh, laying you down gently on your back and climbing on top of you. Your lips met again and you slid your hands up his bare chest, teasing at the hem of his trousers before pulling away.
“Consider how difficult it will be to resist me once you’ve proven your love to me and this fighting is over,” you purred, pushing gently against his chest. He backed away from you with a soft groan, watching as you got up and undressed. His breathing got heavier as he watched you dress and he got up, hugging you from behind and nipping at your neck. You laughed and shooed him away before leaving the tent and his view.
—
It was cold outside and the morning was foggy. You armed yourself and headed to the edge of the camp to meet Wilhelm, looking out over the cliff and down upon the city and the castle you’d once called home.
The city seemed deserted - villagers had been imbued with the good sense to flee as König’s armies marched closer. Ferdinand no doubt paced in the castle, plotting his resistance. Little hope was left for him now, and you were determined that he’d be dead by the time the week was over.
You wondered about your sisters, your parents. Were they alive? Were they being cared for? Had your father resisted at all when Ferdinand had seized power?
“You want to sneak in. I can see it in your eyes,” Wilhelm said as you approached, his arms folded across his armored chest.
“I grew up in that castle. I snuck out nearly every night. I know more nooks and crannies and passageways that could lead me inside than even the rats,” you admitted, sitting on a large rock and watching the guards on the walls.
Had any resisted? Were any still loyal to you? You knew these men, their families. Would they kill you on sight or be loyal to your cause?
König approached, his armor clanking as he came to stand beside you and rested a gloved hand on your shoulder, gently guiding you closer to him.
“Would anyone be able to detect you if you went in?” Wilhelm asked. König stiffened but said nothing, he merely rubbed your shoulder gently.
“Not unless I wanted them to detect me. I suspect that once the men can see me I might be able to sway some of them to my side. I think that I can take down Ferdinand from within,” you said.
“I think it’s worth the attempt. It’ll be faster than a full-out siege and do less damage to your castle so there’s less damage to be rebuilt when you take it back. The only danger would be if they were to take you captive,” Wilhelm said cautiously, watching his hooded king for a response.
“They would not kill me, at least, I do not think that they would. If they have my family in there, I have to try to get them back,” you said.
“Maus, will you ride with me?” König cut in, taking your hand and helping you rise. You nodded and shot an apologetic look to Wilhelm as you followed him out of camp and to the area where the horses were kept. He lifted you onto his horse and climbed on behind you and you rode off into the woods.
“If this is what you wish to do, I will not stop you,” he began. You rode together for a little while in silence until you found a little clearing filled with flowers far off the beaten path. He laid out his cape for you and sat down, opening his arms to you.
“I wish that you would not, but you are a capable little maus. You can scurry quietly,” he said with a small smile. “But you must have a plan for when you go in, and you must allow me to charge in with force should anything go wrong.”
“It would be good to have a failsafe,” you admitted, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you and sat you on one of his massive thighs.
“Then you should go tonight after the sun sets. I will bring men along the sides of the castle and should there be a commotion inside, we will storm it. Where will you go in?” he asked.
“There are some catacombs far beneath the castle that open near the river. I can creep in there and nobody will disturb me. I will be let out into the dungeon, where hopefully I can find my family,” you said.
“I trust you, maus. I love you. You must promise to me that you will come back to me safely,” he murmured. You rested your head against his chest plate and nodded.
“König?” you asked softly after a moment, gazing up at him. He looked down at you curiously, and you slid your hand under his hood, cupping his cheek gently.
“Make love to me.”
—
He was gentle as he helped you out of your armor and laid you on your back, leaning over to kiss you as he fumbled with the straps of his own and let it fall into the grass beside you. He only broke the kiss to tug his shirt and hood off in one motion. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he crawled on top of you, locking your lips together and gently tracing his fingers against the skin under your shirt.
You pulled it off as he reached your breast and leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as they hardened, caressing and kissing your breasts as he drowned himself in you.
You pushed your hips up to grind your core against his erection with a groan, feeling him grow even harder as he leaned up and kissed your neck, his gentle, teasing touches making you writhe.
He paused to tug his pants down, allowing you to sit up and do the same. You crawled on top of him as he tossed both pairs to the side, straddling him and moaning as he gripped your hips and ground you against his erection, grunting into your ear softly.
You moaned as he bit your neck and sucked at the mark he’d made feverishly, lapping at the bruise with his tongue as it formed. Your core throbbed and pulsed and he laid you back down gently, carefully pulling your panties down your legs and tossing them away.
He pushed your knees apart gently, hunger in his eyes as he gazed upon your core. In an instant he surged forward, kissing up your leg and inner thighs before licking a long stripe up your entrance, making you toss your head back as your back arched, crying out in pleasure.
König grasped you by the hips and pulled you forward, shoving his tongue deep into you and rubbing his nose against your clit. You throbbed against him, your arousal coating his face as he devoured you like a starving man, palming himself through his boxers as he listened to your moans and gasps of pleasure.
“Oh, König!” you cried, your back arching and your toes curling as he kept going, his eyes flickering open to hold your gaze. Your entire body was hot as if his touch was a flame and you shivered as you saw the desire and love in his eyes, feeling your stomach tighten.
König pulled his tongue from you with a groan and gently inserted one of his long, thick fingers. It felt better than anything you’d ever felt before - the sensation was alien and overwhelming, and as he pumped the finger in and out slowly, he brushed against a spot that made you mewl loudly, whimpering as you angled your hips so he might brush against it again.
“Do I make you feel good, maus? Tell me how you feel,” he purred, inserting a second finger and pumping them faster, angling them so they just barely brushed against that spot with each thrust.
“So good! Oh my god!” you cried, gasping for breath as you felt your orgasm building. König leaned down and sucked on your clit slowly, pushing his fingers directly into the spot you wanted him to hit so much.
“Fuck!” you came loudly, crying out, moaning and whimpering and panting as your body spasmed. König gently pulled away from you as you came down, crawling over you, kissing you and wrapping you tightly in his arms. He’d freed himself from his boxers and you glanced down, your eyes widening.
“Are you…are you going to fit inside of me?” you asked in a small voice, heat rushing to your cheeks as you looked up at him. He cooed, kissing your collarbone and running his fingers through your hair.
“We can wait, maus,” he murmured in your ear. The tip of his cock brushed between your folds and bumped against your clit and you gasped, pleasure rushing through your body again.
“No, no, no more waiting,” you gasped, pushing your hips up to meet his. He groaned as he ground his cock against your wetness, eventually guiding the tip into place and pushing in just a little bit.
You cried out as he slid into you slowly, stretching your walls and making your eyes water from pleasure as you adapted to his size, panting softly as you watched him enter you.
“I love you so much, maus,” he moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he bottomed out, staying in place as he wrapped his arms around you, cradling you gently as he kissed you.
You deepened the kiss, wrapping your legs around him gently and holding onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you adjusted to his size. His first thrust was slow and experimental - he watched your face for any expression other than pleasure as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in.
“Give me more,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back into your head as he took you, bucking your hips up into his thrusts encouragingly.
He buried his face in your neck and moaned, setting an even pace as he thrusted in and out of you, gently cupping one of your breasts in his hand as the other held your hip steady.
“I’m not going to - not going to break!” you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming as you reached down to rub your clit while he fucked you. He looked up at you, his eyes hazy with pleasure and love as he picked up the pace, slamming his hips into yours more roughly and with greater speed.
Morning light burst through the clearing and turned you golden as you made love, the slapping of skin on skin and moans mingling with birdsong echoing through the beautiful clearing.
“I want to make you feel so good, maus,” he growled into your ear as he picked up the pace yet again, kissing you roughly before leaning down and biting your neck to mark you.
“Fuck, you are!” you cried, feeling another orgasm building in your stomach.
“Cum for me, my pretty wife. Tell this forest who loves you, who is making you feel so good,” he growled, biting your breast as his thrusts lost their rhythm and he moved wildly against you.
“König!” you cried as you came, your back arching as your body spasmed, clenching tightly around him. He moaned your name as he came at the same time as you, his last, sloppy thrusts burying his cock deep inside of you as he filled you.
You caught your breath together, embracing and kissing before König slowly pulled out, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side to snuggle. He pulled his cape around your body to shield you as he held you, stroking your hair gently as you rested against his chest.
“I love you, maus,” he whispered as he watched you doze off. You could only mumble something in assent as you drifted to sleep.
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